In this town there are many families. They live sterile and and scheduled lives in pastel colors. Their fake smiles express the pure fiction that their lives are. Young and old, adult and child, it is all the same. Some people believe that they choose to be this way. But none can chose to be dead. And no dead can choose to be alive. It was a presence outside of them, that did not fill them, that they lacked. A Being, more powerful than pastel walls and cookie cutter lives. A being more powerful than the strongest hatred in all the world.
No one in Brielle can remember what made the town the way it is. It happened so long ago, some of them have estimated that it happened millions, if not trillions of years ago. But this is purely speculation. The citizens of Brielle might live dull and uneventful lives, but they do know how to create elaborate ideas about how they came to be. Some say that a great fog filled a vast prairie land and when the wind blew it away buildings and streets were visible and the town grew from there. Others believe that the towns folk originated from the local pod and grew to love the land. Very few believe that it could have been settlers from another land that created Brielle.
Creative stories about the beginnings of the land is not the only elaborate thing that the people have learned to concoct. They have a knack for building up these intricate moral beliefs that seem to defy any form of sense. They view morality as an idea that changes as society changes. As you could imagine, this causes problems. Can Brielle think of another story to explain this one?
Just wait, because this town has a story to tell. And that story might just change your life. It will change the lives of everyone in Brielle.