Remember: everything The City of Ethera says is made up.

The year is ?̷̧̠͎̲̥̰̫̱̠̪̼̔̍̀̿̈́̾̀̐͘͜?̴̱̘̜͕͉̼̽̒͛͝ͅ?̷̹̺̮̠̻͕͍͖͓̿̓̄̍͗͒̾̏?̴̛̛͈̩͇̤̳͊̐̇͛̿. It’s another gloomy, dark day (or night? Hard to tell) in Ethera. The low buzz of neon lights is heard in all directions, and people pushed past each other in the crowded streets. Some fights break out, but it’s barely noticed as people continue on their way - it’s a normal occurrence in this city for people to fight like this. Local stalls were selling food, shops’ windows displayed various products.