The Architect

From "22"
"What you ask of me is impossible!" cried the Architect. The God glanced down from his throne.  "That I can conceive of it suggests otherwise."And a world was born.
It had been raining for days in Kraków. The streets were flooded with shallow rivers flowing thick with dirt and trash. It was that dark kind of rain, where endless layers of black clouds turn day into night. The wind howled. The downpour would not stop. The people forgot what it was like to see the sun. And the storm h...