Atlantis of the Land

“So AtLANDis then”

“What?”

“Shouldn’t it be called Atlandis and not ‘Land Atlantis’?”

The researcher looked at his terminally stupid colleague with contempt. To be fair, they were only colleagues in the way that begrudging college students are part of a team. As they stood at the shore of this island, the spires of what looked like an underground city shot above the treeline. There was no sound coming from the city, yet satellites had found constant motion, the likes of which was not seen in any other city of humanity.

“We should probably keep moving,” the researcher thought of their potential diplomatic mission, “and maybe don’t talk when we make it there.”

Obliging, and in awe of this respectable man, the colleague kept silent the whole walk there. However, once they arrived at the doorstep of the city he could not help but let out a gasp at the sight. Skyscrapers rose above the clouds like sunflowers in a garden. Each have the curve of a wave but no two buildings looked alike.