Three days later, on the twenty-first of October.
East Sea County, East Sea City, it is now the morning, a white fog diffuses, covering the city streets. As the morning sun gradually rises, the fog becomes a thin layer.
At the dock, the surface of the water glistens with golden light, the cries of seabirds circling in the sky are crisp. With a toot, a steel ship blows its whistle, like a gigantic beast heading out to sea. Workers begin to busy themselves, in and out of the metallic sheds and warehouses around the dock, continuously moving heavy cargo.
Further afield, the residential buildings appear and disappear like building blocks. They are in sync with the dense ships at the harbor.
At the southern end of the residential area, there lies a coastal mountain range, the level of development is not very high. Only occasionally on some flat terrains, there are railways built upon them, or villass and manors of rich people.
