Arcs in the green

The light resided, it became walls and floors, glistening ceilings of a white city under a blue sky, a sunless sky. There the light came to reside in walls, floors, ceilings and the ones, who dwelled there. The nights were dark, darkest shade of blue, no moon, no stars. Towers and arcs, arcadiums and atriums, long narrow paths unraveling across green fields, sides striped with cypress trees, dark and straight, wise and old. Till came the walls and beyond them the wilderness.