The floral bouquets of Moral Ambiguity arrive at Muzzy to be sent from here to other lands.
Often they are waylaid. The tags indicating their destination go missing.
Scattered on the steps leading to Muzzy lay dead, dried, and rotting bouquets meant to beautify birthday parties and weddings. The complaint box is stuffed and overflowing. Several denizens of Muzzy are paid (very little) to make apologies. None of them are skillful.
Delivery people sent with the bouquets often get lost. Some never to return.
A haze of pollen and seed lies over the city. It smells of blossoms past their prime and rotted plants. A fetid perfume lays low over Muzzy. The denizens of Muzzy want to do better. They hold meetings and councils to discuss solutions, but many of them are pollen sick. They erupt in sneezes. Visitors are few, but some come seeking lost deliveries. Mothers wanted bouquets for the births of their children. Brides are missing bouquets. Sometimes the visitors get lost and pollen clouds their heads. They forget their purpose and become delivery people, flower arrangers, or growers. They even end up on the Muzzy Council. “Who are you?” one of the Council members may think, but is too unsure to speak up. Perhaps, that person has been there forever and they are the stranger. The Council wants make improvements.
"We could be better," a Council member ponders. "But who even are we?"
About Emotion 365: Everyday a New Land of Emotion
A haze of pollen and seed lies over the city. It smells of blossoms past their prime and rotted plants. A fetid perfume lays low over Muzzy. The denizens of Muzzy want to do better. They hold meetings and councils to discuss solutions, but many of them are pollen sick. They erupt in sneezes. Visitors are few, but some come seeking lost deliveries. Mothers wanted bouquets for the births of their children. Brides are missing bouquets. Sometimes the visitors get lost and pollen clouds their heads. They forget their purpose and become delivery people, flower arrangers, or growers. They even end up on the Muzzy Council. “Who are you?” one of the Council members may think, but is too unsure to speak up. Perhaps, that person has been there forever and they are the stranger. The Council wants make improvements.
"We could be better," a Council member ponders. "But who even are we?"
About Emotion 365: Everyday a New Land of Emotion
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