Why should I lie about it? I am a priest and the son of a priest. If there are spirits, as they say, in the small Dead Places near us, what spirits must there not be in that great Place of the Gods? And would not they wish to speak? After such long years? I know that I felt myself drawn as a fish is drawn on a line. I had stepped out of my body—I could see my body asleep in front of the cold fire, but it was not I. I was drawn to look out upon the city of the gods.
I think this point of the story blurs realistic fiction and fantasy. In the beginning, as I realized that this was a post-apocalyptic story, the events seemed real, given the current state of the world and its capabilities with nuclear weapons. But at this part, connecting to the next, as the narrator begins to experience supernatural "visions", it started to get a little unrealistic. It was not possible that the narrator could have known what the city was like before, with all the traffic and lights. As previously mentioned, the people then found it difficult to understand the modern languages now. Also, they were almost forbidden from trying to learn more about the "gods". Therefore, it was nearly impossible for the narrator to get such an epiphany.
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