I suppose they were beautiful. But the truth is, they were too perfect. The onslaught of pristine streets, homes, decorations… everything had been so subtle. We’ll replace that with something better… we’ll replace that with something better… And now the details that made unique people, people… they were disappearing. and soon nothing would be the same. or rather, evertyhing would be the same. Perfect, Pristine, Paradise.

Purgatory.