Fiction | Reality, Time [Space]

Quin yawns and looks about himself. Nomida:

The city with night's kiss sealing its fate. Nomida is a place where history and the present collide. In the past it was a thriving city where those loyal to the ideas of the Republic of the People banded together to form strong unions against the rise of the Dictator Madar Sinclair. It broke through the boundaries of typical livelihood to establish itself as the epicenter of all things diversity and trade. It was rumored that Nomidian nights were hotter and more beautiful than Nomidian days.

He fumbled a saftey pin in his fingers quietly and looked out over the city from his rooftop. Quin was smart. He knew that the scene before him was an illusion. He also happened to know that the house supporting his flat butt was also imagined though it was technically the home he'd grown up in.

"Well, this sucks," he mumbled. It was a shame that Ori wasn't able to walk in this place. "Damn bitch," he grumbled. What the hell was he going to do about this troublesome woman?