Omelas. City of Happiness. Above the surface, everything seems fine. Everybody seems to be happy. No one knows what's under the city. I live in Omelas too but there is no happiness for me. The sadder I am, the happier are people above the surface. They live happily seeing the sunlight every day but I only know darkness. They get hurt but never feel any pain because that is my job. They think that for do many people one could sacrifice. That is not a big deal. One day the door opened as usual but with something different. I thought it was the light for me.