The path through the rolling hills of social awkwardness twists and turns. Well-manicured trails lead nowhere. Rocky difficult to traverse paths end at waterfalls. They lead to palaces surrounded by moats raised drawbridges.
“It’s usually the last place visitors want to go,” the Guide says. “But it’s never a trip without it.”
Visitors stand awestruck.
"The landscape is both beautiful and disturbing," says Miss Emeline Traveler.
The clouds may be red or violet. The waters pearlescent yellow and orange.
"Explore caves. Find the chambers in the woods. Visit the coliseum in the meadows," advises the Guide.
Visitors never stay long, but never forget the experience.
Most of the residents of Social Awkwardness live on the outskirts. Many apply for asylum, trying to find a way out.
In the capitol, Nonchalance, a pillar of stone with a flat top rises. Miss Emeline Traveler ascends a spiral staircase carved into the pillar with a sharp ledge. Thankfully, she is sure-footed.
She walks round and round all the way to the top while Miss Doe Friend waits below.
"A trumpet sounded and a guard saluted when I reached the top. The vantage afforded views of the rolling hills and oddly colored nature below. I was given some cake and a sparkling fruit drink and asked to dance, which I declined," says Miss Traveler. "But many around me danced with abandon."
When she descended, Miss Emeline Traveler gave the token of Nonchalance she was awarded to Miss Doe Friend.
"I picked it up when I was alone inside my rooms and about to write with you and I was overcome by a desire to dance. I lost all fear for a moment and embraced joy," Miss Doe writes to her lover Alobar, her fur still shiny and wet with dancing sweat.
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