A space gate opened up in a quiet alley of an earth city and an old man stepped out into the streets.
His six-foot frame cast a long shadow under the early sunrise while his blue skin shined softly. His four thin elf-like ears twitched violently as they took in the sound coming from the surroundings.
The music in the bars, the soft whistling of the flying cars, announcements of the flying metros…
Everything was so novel. He didn't even understand the language yet his eyes teared up after hearing these sounds.
He stared at the sky and stretched his arms up as if he was embracing the endlessness of the sky. As if he was embracing freedom.
"This is freedom! This is the wider world! This is—ouch!" The old man rubbed the back of his head and turned around with a scowl, intending to curse the hell out of whoever dared to interrupt his moment.
It was a mature woman with pale blue skin dressed as a maid.
