For once... for the first time in what must have been months. I found myself outside of this... this prison of burrows and stone.
A monotone gray that seemed to grow even more monotone with each and every day that passed. Was it for the very reason that it was the same, or was it because it was akin to a prison... either way.
Either way I found myself greatly joyed that I was able to free myself from the confines of that gray place. Its walls filled with nothing but the paintings and pictures of perfect people. Given their role because of their ability...
Or more accurately their loyalty. It mattered not if they were skilled or not. Only that they held loyalty to the city.
Those that didn't were... not banished. No, they were given no clue of the city within. Only vaguely aware that some people left.
