I do not have a final answer. I only have a ledger of moments: the man who found coins and returned home; the woman who danced in a street that had been lit by a billboard programmed to show the color of her childhood; the firefighter with one less breath. They stack like shingles in my memory, overlapping and sheltering and sometimes burning.
I do not remember whether I thanked it. If I did, the city did not hear. It was too busy composing a new refrain. Ares Virus Mod Free Craft