A Man of Unspeakable Sorrows

Celeste didn't say anything else as she let Tiel bring her to a gated neighborhood on top of Samsa Hill, where the elite and top earners in the city lived in privacy.

Celeste looked on, eyeing the beautifully decorated front lawns, with elaborate rose bushes, colorful flowers, fountains, and blinking lights—a sight she didn't think she would see the moment they drove through the massive iron gates.

She noticed there was even a kindergarten and preschool built around a massive playground, with multiple seating areas for parents, right next to a small eatery.

Celeste observed how each house was built differently but with the same style in mind—a natural wooden paradise.

"Every year, they have competitions," Tiel said suddenly, breaking the long silence. "The one with the best-decorated and maintained lawn wins some cash money."

Celeste looked around, amused and entertained by the creative ways these homeowners went to win the prize.