Serene and pristine stars adorned a noir sky.
One Azarean guard stood oblivious to the beauty above, upright, astute, and stiff in scanning the blackness of the night. Back and forth, he purposefully walked along the roads of suburbia. Down the sidewalk, between the luminescent lamps, and down the midnight greens, he continued until he realized there was nothing out of the ordinary. As a result, his attention relaxed until he dared to surrender to peace. He looked at the moon.