[ WP ] The Earth does not rotate . One side always faces the sun and is in continual daylight . The other side is in eternal night . Cultures on both side develop around this .

`` A gowl fer ye, then? ``, he asked me. That's another new term I'll have to keep in mind, `` gowl''. I know the man was offering me an inebriating beverage, because I've already had three, and I am indeed beginning to feel the effects. I'm certainly grateful for having been fortunate enough to spend 4 years at university in my youth. If my brain cells were n't used to this sort of abuse, my cover would have been blown after my first cup. This is an interesting concoction, I'll admit. What's interesting more is how it seems everyone here is imbibing some potion, or breathing some sort of toxin. Behaviors that were strictly forbidden under the Illumination are commonplace in the darkness. How this culture of mindless indulgence has resisted the power and the truth of the Great One is perhaps the greatest mystery of this land. 
 
 `` Ya did n't say'no', now did ya? ``, he said as he filled my cup with a milky pink liquid. The scoundrel. At home, I could simply decline his offering, but I'm not home. I cheers him, drink the whole cup in one gulp, pay the man, and walk out into the moonlit square. I need to get back to my lodge before the feeding. How any sort of civilization could develop under such harsh conditions is well worth an investigation. Honestly, I tend to think my mission is foolish. Why would we not want to learn about the humanity under the darkness, rather than subvert them so? But alas, the only fool must be I, to question the imperatives of the His Greatness. 
 
 As I meander down the stone-paved avenue, I continue to marvel at the society I see. The clothing is so bizarre, with ill-fitting robes and puffy wrappings on their heads. Andhe commerce is so disorganized, the interactions so frank. All of these unfamiliarities must be amplified, too, by the effects of that drink. I certainly have begun to experience the advertised effects of perceptions of colorful light. The sky appears to be lit green. Though, I know it is black, despite my hallucination. This effect continues strengthening. Even the faintest glimmer of light is now vibrant and colorful. I know I'm under the influence of a potion, but still, I need to get a grip. I pull out my pouch of tobacco and roll up a smoke. I see a stool up against the outside wall of one of these buildings lining the pedestrian avenue, so I take a seat and enjoy the calming nicotine. Finally. 
 
 The street is emptying. People are hurriedly shuffling into their lodges as if a massive storm was about to strike. I'm the only person who remains still, enjoying my smoke, gazing absently down the avenue. Weird and mysterious, this society is. And in the week I've been here, I've regrettably come to feel enchanted by it all. These people get along, without polite pleasantries, without the strict order and eternal love of the Great One. It seems to defy everything I've been raised to know as truth - that submission and servitude to the Enlightened is the only path to fulfillment. 
 
::more to come later today::
