Sitruth

The first Lemmatorium: Platella, exists within these calignous streets. It is imposing within the dreaded hierarchy-killing landscape.

It is usually cold here; and the weightless, cloudless sky submits this place to a spell of warm weather in the day and extremely Siberian weather during the lackluster night. It is such a luscious cold that the streets become slip with popsicle-esque residue of a time yet to be confirmed as the night; and the sky less convoluted, so the starts are clearly visible as shimmering white vessels of frost. This mould if you would say; drags the whole continent down to a mean temperature that is past freezing every night; regarding the four seasons as just a day-time affair. The government add to the coldness. Their morals are not false; but this branch are not very well mannered in the way they treat people; commonly using their cold, hard land and resources to bribe themselves out of atrocious vents. This keeps happening more and more. Strangely enough: the weather is getting cyclically more and more cold as this happens. It is so easy to move around and brush the non-kinetic particles away in this cold and brash air. It supports growth, but without technologies: you would recognize it's a mane and machinistic growth that this cool this weather cultivates. Agriculturally, an agricultural mind could see such a temperature as one of liquid nitrogen; one that poisons and settles the nerves. Mathematicians on the other hand just call it 5*C.