[Yes, he did go out of his way to make it look absolutely idyllic. Sometimes the sun rises or set in ways that go against nature, simply because he enjoys the way it looks. And no matter where one goes in his domain, the Singularity cannot be seen. He simply wishes to pretend it does not exist.
The joys of a fantasy world. He makes what he wishes: horses, birds that flutter by, the caterpillars on the grapevines. Hector's giant goldfinch, as always, perched on the toolshed, her great gold wings tucked in against her.
And Moglad, in the distance, playing his harp.]
Vegas, is it? [The word is unfamiliar, but he's sure she's said it once before. Perhaps while he was drunk. He holds both glasses out for her to fill, conjuring them up a tree stump as a table.] I imagine it doesn't all look like your, ah, club.
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[Yes, he did go out of his way to make it look absolutely idyllic. Sometimes the sun rises or set in ways that go against nature, simply because he enjoys the way it looks. And no matter where one goes in his domain, the Singularity cannot be seen. He simply wishes to pretend it does not exist.
The joys of a fantasy world. He makes what he wishes: horses, birds that flutter by, the caterpillars on the grapevines. Hector's giant goldfinch, as always, perched on the toolshed, her great gold wings tucked in against her.
And Moglad, in the distance, playing his harp.]
Vegas, is it? [The word is unfamiliar, but he's sure she's said it once before. Perhaps while he was drunk. He holds both glasses out for her to fill, conjuring them up a tree stump as a table.] I imagine it doesn't all look like your, ah, club.