Parallel Flight

The streets of London echo with the memory of cobblestones. Sounds waft across time of horse and carriage remixed and sampled to the symphony of sirens that now fills the city. More and more often Londoners turn around to find precisely the person they expect standing behind them. Yet the stoic Brit has been filled with far more lassitude than ever before and neither seem surprised by this coincidence. Within the city, a searching eye looks across time, seeking those with the memory of what came before.

A panicked trio abandon their vehicle and the financial gormenghasts of the city close in around them. The familiarity of panicked exodus triggers another waking nightmare.

... the ground trembles as a gargantuan beast smashes its way through tightly clustered boughs of Elm, Yew and the Clocaenoc Sequoia a tree now gone from the world. Above, a pair of dragons fly, nose to tail through the clearing created by their brother below. Ahead, the perpetual glimmer of hope, and behind the horde continues, dauntless in their pursuit.