CleverFoxStudios

Overhead, shining yellows and greens that danced like the wind if it were born of water color and neon dreams, the aurora lit the sky as it was always meant to, light passing through the thin, fluffy clouds until they, too, were lit yellow and faint white from within. Below, the rabble and rumble of daily life–of streets thrumming with feet and wheels and energy held in pipes and wires–the denizens going about their lives, unbothered by what they could not consider going on behind the windows and walls around them. Many of the footfalls were human-made, skipping, sliding and thudding on the half-paved roads under the giggle of children playing, music spilling from open windows and engines groaning in passing–but some of these were the steps of metal-on-stone, belonging to the companions and collections of the humans that meandered the roads. Robotic companions–Task Managers–were far from an uncommon sight in any corner of Azil. Rarity would be finding someone who had never owned or