The Story
"The rain never stopped in the Anyplace. It fell in patterns older than memory, each drop carrying stories from skies that had witnessed the birth and death of countless worlds. Some say if you listen closely enough, you can hear the rain singing..."
"Between the silver sheets of endless rain, reality becomes fluid. Streets transform into rivers of light, buildings dissolve into watercolor dreams, and the boundaries between what is real and what is remembered wash away like chalk on wet pavement..."