Those Who Don't See
The vast majority of people live their whole lives only on the daytime map. Even if something not-human stands right before them, their eyes automatically skip past it, and afterward they say, 'I was probably just too tired.'
Of the city's two maps, the vast majority of people live their whole lives only on the daytime one.
They cannot see Platform Thirteen, cannot see that green lamp under the old temple eaves that should no longer be lit, cannot see the not-human thing on the midnight street corner. Even if that thing stands right before them, their eyes automatically skip past it, and afterward they say, 'I was probably just too tired.'
For those who can see, this is the loneliest part. You see it, yet the people closest to you cannot; you want to speak, but the words won't come—because in their world, those things simply do not exist. Seeing the city's underside was never a gift. It is more like being left, all alone, on the one map that most people will never see.
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