I was struck by just how quiet the city had become. Most of my night had been spent racing from one emergency to another. Suddenly, with the stories no longer trying to force their way back into the human world, it was like everything could rest. Moments like this were part of why we kept on fighting. Sure, we all had our own reasons to hate the narrative, but that didn’t necessarily mean we had an overwhelming love for humanity. So we loved the quiet instead. The spaces where there were no stories, where anything could happen.
