Imagine a society at the very peak of its technological potency. The peak so dazzling that it makes its members sincerely idolize themselves in their own eyes. Society, completely devoting themselves to sophisticate amusements of its cultivated social life as the only thing worthy of their righteous attention. Where restraint and self-control (the reflection of their might over matter) has been turned into a cult, so the public demonstration of emotions became the biggest embarrassment possible. Whose women are turning themselves into mannequins for the nightly parade of their one-of-a-kind whimsical attires. And the special pageantry is wearing those fabrics illuminating owner's feelings, so one literally wears his heart on the sleeve, but under no circumstances shows it.