At half past eleven in the old city district, the lights were sparse and the night sky was dim, much unlike the bustling Main Great Capital and the riverside areas. Here, the lights bore the texture of an old era, reminiscent of a film shot on celluloid, even the sound of the wind seemed all the more serene, as if old songs were flowing in the air.
Some say it's the air of fireworks, the air of humanities.
But in the eyes of many silent people… it was an air of being eliminated by the times.
Only fashion models would make a special trip to the old district of Great Capital, mainly for photo shoots to post on their social media to showcase their artistic flair, or to fulfill business orders. These people would leave right after taking photos. Before the shutter clicked, they would hold a coffee and lean against the old alley, smiling sweetly. Once the photo was taken, they would hurry to the next location, wishing to finish early.
