Atop the buildings, glass-like objects of an unknown material glistened like colored glaze, reflecting the hues of the sunlight. The differently colored districts were bustling with the to-and-fro of countless people.
It was a fantastical world, with bold and dreamy use of color that made the entire city seem like an exquisite oil painting.
On the city walls, somewhat indolent guards were chatting with each other.
"...Do you think we can really withstand this?" asked a young man dressed in the Revolutionary Army's uniform, a blade of grass dangling from his mouth, his posture relaxed.
"What's the rush? We're on the safest section of the city wall. There are people out there sacrificing their lives; if the sky falls, there will be tall ones to hold it up," replied another.
