Land of Beauty, land of light, the light plays in raindrops, shines in morning, dims in afternoon, and fades to dusk. Soft pink Beauty and bright orange Beauty walk beside each other. The denizens wear dresses of peach and pale blue, though often they wear only light.
They watch the light. They wait for certain casts of it to paint and discuss. They walk slowly on their way watching the light fall on puddles and ponds. While light-watching they eat the abundant red and blue Glow Berries.
Deer step slowly through cascades of light and eat slowly from the Glow Berries admiring the fall of light upon the red and blue orbs.
The light captivates visitors to Beauty.
"Enchanted," they say. Enchanted, they stay.
They walk the rainbow paths. The light shimmers and strums.
In the cave of Indifference, workers in the capitol mine gold, silver, platinum and gems from the shadows. Beauty cleans, cuts and polishes the stones.
"That’s all the citizens of Beauty are good for,” says Captain Jerold Gerard, Leader of the Mineworkers Union.
His people toil below Beauty and risk their lives to bring rocks above.
Everyone wants them.
“What are they good for though?” he asks.
Still, they labor in Indifference. What do they care?
Visitors come to watch the hard work in the deep caverns. They don’t stay long. They quickly return to Beauty.
“Much labor is involved, but Beauty is surely worth it,” says the Guide.
One hundred mineworkers die each year in falls and crashes.
The mines collapse, flood, or catch fire.
Still the mineworkers go below as if nothing has ever happened and everything and everyone is safe.
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