Almost a Countryside
By this point, if there was any part of the Network that seemed to be thriving, it was the Residential Zone. While, originally, it had been just as dead and empty as the rest, with little but dirt and rock, it was now covered in beautiful (if a little unusual) flowers. The tangled roses and the small white blossoms were no longer all there was to see.
As if the dirt had been nourished by something, the Residential Zone was almost becoming a charming garden in the middle of the chaos. Wild grasses and flowers were growing with such speed that they would seem to literally pop up overnight. Many were in perfectly ordinary colours, but every so often there was a patch of something more unusual.
At the far end of the Zone, close to the stone staircase that lead towards the Hub, a butterfly settled on a thorned branch. It was not the most normal-looking butterfly one might have ever seen: large, brightly coloured, and it sparkled. It seemed it wasn't the only one, either. Fluttering about had appeared a number of these exceptionally large butterflies, all sparkling and in all colours imaginable.
They were almost a complete distraction from the bush. Most thorned bushes in the Residential Zone were rose bushes, and yet this was something just a little different - a bramble. A blackberry bush. And as luck would have it, it bore fruit.
The butterfly left its seat and floated on upwards.
As if the dirt had been nourished by something, the Residential Zone was almost becoming a charming garden in the middle of the chaos. Wild grasses and flowers were growing with such speed that they would seem to literally pop up overnight. Many were in perfectly ordinary colours, but every so often there was a patch of something more unusual.
At the far end of the Zone, close to the stone staircase that lead towards the Hub, a butterfly settled on a thorned branch. It was not the most normal-looking butterfly one might have ever seen: large, brightly coloured, and it sparkled. It seemed it wasn't the only one, either. Fluttering about had appeared a number of these exceptionally large butterflies, all sparkling and in all colours imaginable.
They were almost a complete distraction from the bush. Most thorned bushes in the Residential Zone were rose bushes, and yet this was something just a little different - a bramble. A blackberry bush. And as luck would have it, it bore fruit.
The butterfly left its seat and floated on upwards.