(3rd-Person Narrator: Aurea Introduction)

The good, kind town of Auream Regulam was famed for crushing evildoers that mistreated others. Its human residents were actually experienced farmers that grew numerous crops: pumpkin, asparagus, cauliflower, peanuts, beans, almonds, spinach, broccoli, quinoa, and any other you could name.

Simple bushes bloomed berries of all sorts. Every tree blossomed branches full of fruit. Even the beauteous, flowering stalks grew great harvests at their roots.

Their cooking was legendary from having so much at their fingertips. Their strong health was immeasurable despite being vegetarians. Their medicine put any competitive great nation and prideful empire to shame. Their intellectuals grew smarter without restraint. Their warfare allowed them to show off the titanic powers that only they possessed.

All of this originated in their friendly, easy-going nature. They had no conflicts nor need for private property, as everything possible was open to all and available in large amounts.

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Additionally, Auream Regulam kept the borders of their territories guarded, with 100 reinforcements at hand. There also existed their godly explorers, who've already traveled the globe in search for the best in the world. These preventative measures stopped any warmongering invaders.

Knowing that their Golden Age of Might was nearing its end from its gradual decline over time, the best of the prodigies constructed labyrinths, tombs, sanctuaries- many structures and artwork of utter perfection. The permanence and majesty of their constructs humbled the most arrogant of braggarts. Stagnation was approaching, but at least some historical evidence would stay forever in the ever-changing world of Tekton.

However, their lengthy Era of Prosperity would end with their Golden Age much sooner than predicted. Never again would art be so important. The dawn of the haunting Dark Times first started with a starved intruder, shuffling at an uneven step. They brought the threat of infection to the glowing core of humanity's peak.

Good things are always short because they can never last.