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I find myself in the largest of the city’s many parks, lounging on a bench. Sighing contentedly after a grateful sip of my morning coffee, I look around the tranquil scene. Nearby trees sway gently in the breeze, light waves roll across the surface of the pond just across the walkway, and there are even a few cars traveling up and down the roads bordering the park. Nice to know I’m not up at this hour by myself. I shift my gaze upwards. Mighty skyscrapers tower into the sky, surrounding the park as if they want to keep it to themselves. The only thing that rises higher is the sky itself, but, unfortunately that is where the illusion of normal starts to break. The sky itself is… charming, that’s a word for it: four walls of wood thicker than any tree, towering hundreds of feet into the air, surrounding the city and the land around it on all sides, lovingly painted with sweeping landscapes, mountains, rivers and rolling hills the likes of which I haven’t seen in a