Del Sol Valley is built on stories: some scripted, some whispered. It’s the land of golden light and empty mansions, where fame fades faster than a tan line, and even the sidewalks know how to pose.
We haven’t changed anything here yet. But we’re watching the cracks beneath the gloss: the peeling paint behind the gate, the prop wall that was never meant to be permanent, the star on the pavement no one walks over anymore.
Del Sol Valley doesn’t need more glitter. It needs weight, and we’ll get to it.