I closed the book and handed it straight back to Corcoran. " Follow me, it's this way ", I said, as I disappeared around a hedge of thorny rose bushes' that lined a web of buildings', binding together, growing up the side of the walls', gripping like the tightest of vines'. The buildings' appeared to be interwoven, as we entered upon the maze, walking in, both curiously and cautiously.

The people hadn't awoken from the night and the day was following close in our steps'. Though there was some signs' of life around us, the fluttering of birds'. Strange at first glance, not like the birds' from the world above, they appeared to be bred in some kind of contained captivity, then released into the entanglements' of the city.

The birds' grouped together and huddled in close onto the towering roots' of dangling tree stems'. As we passed by, knocking onto some of the roots' in our path, we appeared to disturb them as they fluttered above, passing straight over our heads'. The noise was enough to waken the lightest of sleepers', as the birds' settled back down again, this time on the opposite side of a very protruding windowsill. The lights' from the inner window went on, as a very peculiar looking individual pulled back, on what appeared to be, root woven curtains'.

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