The Flow of Before

The City of Fog is a place that never sleeps

We have the River Thames flowing through

A gateway, a link to the land of before, the primal river where life began

It powers through the day, with the inhabitants working like ants

Day in and day out, never stopping,

The electricity being channeled, pushing us

When we sleep, it awakens the machines to work in our place.

The movement of the capital is like a river,

It can never be stopped, flowing and interchanging, adapting to every situation

The first flow is the centre of it all

The city growing around it and twenty one rivers connecting to it,

Becoming the branches of the Thames.

The city that never slept, the people that never stopped

But nothing is ever forever

The machines may rise and take over