The city where I live is called Eutropia.
The spider webs here are covered with pearls, but no one picks them up, because each pearl contains a dead insect with its teeth and claws. When a person touches it, the pearls break, and the insect's body swells and twists, and can become as big as a three-year-old child.
The moon here is soft, with space sand stuffing inside. If someone builds a spire skyscraper, it will definitely pierce the moon, and the moon will start to shift sand. The wrapped space sand may seem very small, but there will be a lot of it leaking out. The spire building will be completely buried by the sand. When the wind blows the next day, it will turn into a pyramid.
People here restart their lives every thirty years.
We threw away everything we had and looked for new jobs, new wives and children.
But the plot of the story will not change. A mason who arrived 15 minutes late had an argument with his employer and was beaten to death by his employer. In the first thirty years, the first mason was beaten to death. In the second thirty years, a new mason was beaten to death. Even all the dialogue, locations, and backgrounds will not change.
Only the actors have changed.
The role of death has a new teenager growing up to play, and every family has a new role - a new baby, and we can achieve a perfect balance.
So we reboot.