Atist, the city of secrets. The Garnet City, a place of mystery. A poem of an imaginary city in a fallen world.

Atist, the city of secrets.
The Garnet City, a place of mystery.
Where hidden truths lie waiting to be uncovered.
A city where mysteries from before the fall still linger.
And where the future is always in doubt yet never unknown.
Where the old world crumbles, and the future is born
Where the powerful plot.
And where survival is key, for who knows when this will be over.
Atist, the city of secrets.

The Garnet City, a place where all must be concealed.
Where only those with the right knowledge know how to survive.
A city ruled by fear and secrecy.
A city where hope pushes the people to survival.
And where the future is always in doubt yet never unknown.

The city sleeps, but it never forgets.
It hides in the shadows, waiting to pounce.
Its inhabitants are secretive and careful.
They know not to trust anyone.
For Atist is a city of secrets
And only those who know them best survive.

The city is a beautiful place
But it's also dangerous and dark.
It's a place where the strong survive
And those who don't, perish.
The city is a place of mystery.
Where strength is not always physical
And it's full of secrets that no one knows.
But that doesn't stop them from trying.
For Atist is still a city of dreams and hope.

🌆This was a poetic tale about Atist, the Garnet City, a high tech city that has survived a fallen world, along with ai art created with stable diffusion / Midjourney ai browser applications, inspired by the words of the poem. War and climate change took its toll on this and every other city we know. This is one of many short tales of a society in this dystopian Earth

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💔Here are a few links to some of the other poems about the dystopian City of Lazarus: