"Dong~Dong~Dong..."
Six heavy and resonant chimes rang from the top of the bell tower outside the main gate of the Grand Wuting, rousing the entire city from its slumber. The morning sun pierced through the mist lingering in the streets and alleys, casting light upon the ancient streets of Secret Magic City, with an average age of over three hundred years.
On both sides of the old street, rubbed uneven by shoe soles, the dim gas lamps gradually extinguished in the morning light, replaced by rows of bizarrely blazing torches.
And the passersby, with faces painted in oils, feather crowns on their heads, and torches in their hands, waved their brass torches, aflame with a bluish-green fire, in gracefully dance-like trajectories, painting brilliant light trails in the air as they moved through each new street and alley.
