Silk

Massively filling the land from coast to coast with the likes of only our own, a golden time with golden children playing in the sun without fear of the somber crowned. We have colonies in the sun, so far south that the gold cannot stay with the generations to come, but as the fairness turns resilient, to singe, it becomes the color we know to flow down the simple side of the mountain, away from the red we know to be on the other side. We stand together in control, farther south than we ever have before, forced to only maintain law and unity. We must only, as now, remove the villains of day. Rally, come hither henceforth, to the era of peace and freedom.