--Paitus Coastal city, South-West, Arcadina--
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~Flap. Flap. Flap Flap.
The many sounds of birds fluttering their wings and singing could be heard across the rowdy streets.
People on wagons, some in their carriages and others on horses instead.
The roads were bustling, and the sidewalks were packed as well.
The summer was in its pique, with several children playing with all sorts of toys and puppets, some from Baymard and some from their local community.
The streets were bustling with workers, secretaries, traffic control officers, garbage workers, and many other professions that had one by one emerged into existence over the years.
Yes. The city had already been reforming, as countless changes were as clear as day.
And amidst the bubbling crowd of passerbys, a close-roof wagon finally pulled up towards an open-spaced region, dispatching the passengers on it.
