Delirium -nikraria- -

If you come to Nikraria, do not look for the catacombs. Do not ask for the map. When the white fog rolls in, do not breathe.

That was Day One of Delirium. By Day Three, the walls of Nikraria began to breathe. Not metaphorically. I pressed my palm to the plaster, and I felt a slow, wet inhalation. The city, I realized, was a single organism. The canals were its veins. The bell towers were its teeth. The people? We were just fleas dancing on a hot skillet. Delirium -Nikraria-

I looked out the window. The canal was a spine. The cathedral was a skull. The fog was the exhalation of a sleeping god. If you come to Nikraria, do not look for the catacombs

And then, in the hollow silence, something new grows. That was Day One of Delirium