The buffet dragged out until the sun gleamed the world with its orange light, orchestrating the shadows of trees, the mortals, and everything in between.
Most of the dishes' ingredients had been bioengineered to stay warm and not spoil. The Domeniul Ceresc's residents had become used to the mortals of Ouranos by that point.
An amplified voice from the speaker system formation then permeated the scene. It was the Director of the Citadel.
"By nature, they feast, by the coming of the dark, they rise. I assumed that all of you, the finest of numerous individuals who are able to discern your future and those of the loss, are able to see the benefits of being the citizens of Ouranos Citadel.
"Those that are foolish enough may leave, they who seek the bright future in both history and private accomplishment for their generation to come can huddle in their living territory with ease.
