This is why we feel exhausted for reasons we cannot explain. It isn't the work we do in the city; it is the constant, unconscious effort of holding the ground down. We are sitting on top of a tremor, hoping the pavement doesn't crack.

Tonight, perhaps, walk past the border. Touch the tall grass. Let the wind hit your face. You might realize that the "Stad" was never protecting you from the darkness—it was only keeping you from the stars.

As the moon prepared to change, signaling another transformation, the city buzzed with anticipation. What new paths would be forged? What hidden places would be uncovered? And what adventures lay ahead in the ever-changing city of Faltstad?