( Hard to describe, but easy to enjoy. A sunset that comes to you, one that doesn't require you to chase it across Hours, timezones... For a place so bustling, things can appear so still within Penacony. Time is frozen between Hours, unable to be denoted by the position of the ever-frozen sun. )
Do things change around here at night?
( Back home, each Hour is so distinct from the one before it. It doesn't seem too strange a question to ask. What should really expect from night, anyway? In Penacony, people don't hide their dark desires behind the cover of a dimly lit sky β they sin in broad daylight. )
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( Hard to describe, but easy to enjoy. A sunset that comes to you, one that doesn't require you to chase it across Hours, timezones... For a place so bustling, things can appear so still within Penacony. Time is frozen between Hours, unable to be denoted by the position of the ever-frozen sun. )
Do things change around here at night?
( Back home, each Hour is so distinct from the one before it. It doesn't seem too strange a question to ask. What should really expect from night, anyway? In Penacony, people don't hide their dark desires behind the cover of a dimly lit sky β they sin in broad daylight. )