It is during the nights I spend roaming the streets of unfamiliar places that I encounter the most peculiar sights. Not had I stayed in the bustling city of Lucidar for more than 2 nights before an elderly woman had come up to me in a fit of anger or disgust. I couldn’t really tell. But to give a background for the following events I must explain to you that the people of Lucidar are addicted, yes. Addicts to the very thing we all so crave, peace and quiet. I had not noticed this of the people during the time I had spent in their streets. My smile and genuine glee of witnessing the still nightlife must have been so disturbing to the citizens, my deepest apologies if any of you happen to read this. But yes, an elderly woman, so caught up in her addiction that even the rain couldn’t bother her through her umbrella of the smoke she puffed. She came up to me, hand and arm stretched out like a rake, waiting to claw my face out. I remember the way she grabbed my smile and forced it into a frown, and with a voice I believe was disgruntled, said to me ‘Wipe that smile off your face!’ In the dark I vividly remember that encounter. I do not have a good reason for why.

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