Morning in Umbrasol was different from before, the sky here was no longer grey and dull like it once was when Nux first visited Umbrasol.
Umbrasol was now different. The sky here was oddly fresh. Golden light spread slowly across the land, touching the rooftops, the trees, the small houses lined neatly along stone roads. A cool breeze moved through the streets, carrying the smell of fresh bread and flowers.
People here woke up without worry, no one rushed to work, no one feared another. Every being that became part of Umbrasol was thoroughly screened, their deepest, darkest desires were examined, and only once they passed, only once it was ensured that these people had no intention of stirring trouble—
Were these people let in.
Other people knew that, this was also the reason why none of them feared anything. In this Umbrasol, even the concept of locks did not exist simply because no being here would steal.
