Rozabela keeps having dream about him.
A man she's never met, only knowing him in her dreams. Often seeking his council. Sometimes kissing him. Always sampling the feel of his skin.
But she doesn't know his warmth.
Fake. It's all fake, she tells herself. She wakes to mornings of empty longing.
Yet... it's all hers.
And there's a harpsichord. There's always a harpsichord.
Tomorrow night, the city of Glorinda will have its ruby jubilee. It's been celebrating all week long, citizens of other cities flocking to join.
Many years ago, Nature turned on civilization, sweeping the old order of things away. Countless lives lost. Governments collapsed. Countries encased in ice. Islands swallowed by the sea.
The outside world is broken.
But through the efforts and foresight of the Marquardt Foundation, life goes on. Grand city-states sprouted under its care, little pockets of society. Glorinda is the crowning jewel. As CEO, Papa Marquar