Morality itself has been convoluted and warped, for greed has become the foundation for how one should be. Despite that, men's desires and ambitions remain yet their sense of pity has changed. However, underneath the false sky and beneath the foot of a behemoth amalgamation of concrete there lay a fool, a nobody but more importantly a man without a dream. "Zephir".
Still, Truth be told, this city does not obey the wants of others. It is only right that even those without dreams will see their star regardless of one wilt.
So how would our dear "Zephir" fare in this desecrated city?
