Under the light of a full moon, an owl took flight, its long white wings spread out as if to cover the sprawling canopy of the forest beneath it from sight. Its feathers glowed in the moonlight as if they were giving light themselves. In its eyes were reflected, not just the forest and the small town that sat nestled against the forest’s edge, lights from the windows shining like a mirror image of the sky above it, but also a city that sat occupying the same space that the forest and town resided. Neither the inhabitants of the town nor the city sensed anything amiss.
The townsfolk stayed inside their houses, lit by flickering candlelight, not daring to risk the darkness outside and the city folk walked around underneath brightly lit neon signs, going to bars and nightclubs or just heading home after a long day at work. The city was dark, dingy and dirty. The sidewalks were littered with trash and plumes of smoke curled out from smokestacks that protruded out of large factories and from the tailpipes of cars that waited amongst a cacophony of horns for the light to turn. The only plant life to be seen in the city were sickly looking trees, planted in small patches of dirt left in the concrete. They sat equal distance from one another in an unnatural symmetry, struggling to absorb whatever nutrients remained in the once fertile soil.
Then, the city was gone, and only the forest and village remained reflected in the owl’s eyes. In the village, amongst the flickering candlelight, a single house’s windows shone with a steady, florescent white. A long wire stretched from the roof of the house and off into the distance and into the darkness of night, where the light from the village could no longer reach. The owl flew away, leaving behind a half finished nest in the boughs of one of the trees below, and disappeared over the crest of the nearby mountain that overlooked both the forest and the village and off into unseen lands.