In the past fifty years, Nomi Anderson Guesette walked between the cracks of the Outer World and the Four Nations.
She witnessed the residents of the Outer World who, after enduring twenty years of war suffering, still remained warm and hospitable, showing her, a foreigner, their worn-out machine guns and rocket launchers.
She saw warlords who, to earn huge profits, forced the people of settlements to cultivate addictive hallucinogens, only to have their necks snapped by her, their bodies thrown to be devoured by wild dogs.
The coldest, the most passionate, the gentlest, the most cruel—the world is colorful. If it can accommodate beauty, it must also accommodate ugliness; this is all part of nature.
'Everything is just the way it should be.'
