The City Of Lights The great sky scrapers ominously overlook the City of Lights. Each one with its own somewhat sinister presence, the public below walk casually home from work at this late hour. From afar, this city looks like any other capital. Although, nothing is comparable to the warped City of Lights. Everything is somewhat wrong, twisted. The huge roads are unoccupied by cars, the many expensive buildings are unfurnished within and speech is kept to a minimum, as if in check. With shifting eyes, even the people are moving perfectly, almost in time... Cheery in their step one can see that behind that warm grin cold fear is freezing their heart. They are being watched. From every direction, eyes descend on the public. They must be perfect. Famine has gripped the City of Lights for years, yet nothing is said. That is the warped governments doing; keeping the City of Lights safe. The public are ever grateful; their great leaders represent them, make them strong. They gave them public lighting, the only city in the whole country with fully functioning public lighting. Their country is strong because of them; questioning them is wrong. They must not question their leaders. Even if the City of Lights sounds like a twisted alter reality based loosely on the book '1984', the City is very much alive. The capital of North Korea, Pyongyang, is the most secretive city in the world, where all of Orwell's fears are realised. Very few know this place exists. If you didn't, Wikipedia it, and even then you only have the tinniest taste of the totalitarian communist state that is North Korea, where outsiders aren't welcome.