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Nomad is asleep. He dreams of cities he¶s seen, of unseen cities and of forests between them where no man lives. As he sleeps he is surrounded by creatures without shapes, creatures who once had shapes and have forgotten them. They watch the nomad as he sleeps; they watch and they begin to recollect a time when dark did not envelop them, when their muscles spoke against the shadows, when the length of their stride blazed a path through the trees. They begin in nomad¶s body to remember the bodies they were. They rock on unsteady thighs, falter forward, rise, begin to breathe as he breathes, to gather strength as they approach him. Nomad sleeps. In his sleep he names them. He names them and they flee into the morning of their forms.