Glass Heart (Preview)
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"In every living and nonliving, there exists a heart."
Logically speaking, this statement does not hold truth in our world.
Tell someone this and it's guaranteed that they would dismiss it to be nothing more than a work of your imagination. Regardless of how much evidence you have that could further support this claim, be it scientific or not, in the end-there's no hope.
There won't be a single person who will dare to believe. Yet, if there's one thing that we can all agree, it is that the role of a heart is significant. Shapes, ages, gender and the complexion of your skin-these factors don't matter. Because in the end, we all need hearts to survive.
This includes cities as well.
That's right. Cities.
For a human, a heart takes the form of a muscle organ.
Cities are much different.
Their heart is human.
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