C93 Losing the War

Zoe stood, began to walk to the window. ‘Äh, it has been … well, you might say, a transition, yes, but as I think, not such a big one, really: Come and take a look!’

Thus, with Zoe’s assistance, I managed to get to the window leaning on my shaky legs. The city lay out in front of us looking strangely illuminated by the sun setting early evening light. Upon arrival