The streets of the imperial capital, Kestholm, were wide and clean, lined with pointed buildings in vivid colors, as if countless unique flowers were blooming.
Everywhere one looked, shops of all kinds stood side by side, restaurants, florists, bookstores, taverns, newspaper stands, all present and accounted for. From afar, the opera house sent out singing voices, the racetrack echoed with hoofbeats, and the stadium roared with thunderous cheers.
This city hadn't changed much from before. Carlotta and Amelia immersed themselves in it, momentarily overcome with nostalgia.
They had traveled many places, seen countless sights, listened to street musicians playing violins, and watched magicians perform in the squares.
Sipping drinks, they wandered through the city, fully enjoying the various entertainments it offered.
Gradually, night fell.
Thick darkness enveloped the land. Twinkling starlight mingled with the city's blossoming lamps, illuminating a brilliantly dazzling glow.
