After navigating the lush and vivid jungles spanning smooth mountain ranges you come across the city of January. A city that shares two worlds. You come across the long and expansive stretches of sand that form a crescent union with the sea. The sidewalk invokes a hypnotic, osculating, pattern reminiscent of the grand waves on the horizon.
The edges of January are where the most powerful stewards reside. They live lavishly overlooking the beaches from their towering homes. They embody the way of life that those who live among the second world dream of. Their power and influence drive the eyes of the world to January.
The night invites the residents of January to overwhelm the city with colors and feathers. Their appearance invokes one of the ancient deities spoken in legends with their grand wings and familiar towering over the common man.
Yet that loud and burning passion only encompasses the first world belonging to January. The other hides in the mountains, abandoned and rejected by the rulers of the first world. They are separated by a wall of shame that divides the two worlds. The wall is engraved with the art of children and adults, as to distract the observer of what hides behind it. On rare instances, a fragment of the second world reveals itself over the wall. Often in the shape of a paper object bounded by string.
January’s second world exists in a cubic mold. The narrow streets almost crushing the inhabitants like a prison. Wires dangling between the dilapidated buildings connecting each one together in a web. The metallic ceilings echoing the sounds of downpouring rain. Tiny antennas peak from these boxes to allow even tinier boxes to display moving images on them. As the family gathers around these tiny boxes and watch others kick a sphere across a field.
Sometimes members of the first world invade the second world to forcefully stop chaos from running the streets. Their presence is met with fear and terror from the people of the second world. The chaos in the streets of January lead many to develop a fear of the city.
January’s two worlds clash with each other like yin and yang. Yet exist in the same dominion. The battle between the two of them over which encompasses the culture and society of January can only be determined by the passage of time.
