In the city of light and shadow, named Tyron, the people of the new world held on to the day by observing the silent display of the sky mirrored in the buildings of glass and chrome.

Inside was ever the sensation of some awesome loss. But instead of bending their heads in agony they looked up with pride shining in their dull eyes. For most the cluster of the new world brought some sense of comfort and calmness, fore some though this absence of meaning could be nothing but madness.

Still, there seemed to be no escape from this living hell...


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