Adarsh

In Adarsh, every building is a classroom, and every street interaction is a lesson. The citizens walk with the deliberate pace of those who know that speed is the enemy of understanding. The pavement is inlaid with instructions on how to build better pavements.

The city is illuminated by the red glow of gemstones that the inhabitants polish obsessively. They believe that clarity is the highest virtue. A tangled knot of rope is considered a crime; a straight line is a prayer. They spend their days unraveling the knots of others, whispering advice that turns confusion into structure.