The Land of Perfection.
Everything is perfect. You walk up the path and look in the window of
the first house you come to. Its inhabitants are all smiling around a
rectangular wood table. Beautiful food is laid out on the table.
Perfectly round peas, wonderfully carved equal pieces of beef and
potatoes have been served onto non chipped plates and glasses are
filled with orange juice. When someone got to the bottom of their
drink their wasn't any bits of orange stuck around the sides or base.
Everything was perfect. Or was it. Suddenly you notice something and
it certainly isn't perfect. What is it?
You are standing below an archway of shiny silver and a perfectly laid
brick path winds away from you towards the horizon. Paths break off
the main path to lead to square white houses. Roofs are triangular
and made of brown tiles placed parallel and straight. More buildings
stretch away to your left and right and above the sun glows perfectly
round and shines like you bedroom light. Still and bright.
