In the streets of Brunas, a middle-aged man dressed in coarse cloth ambling among the bustling crowd caught sight. He appeared to be around thirty years old and sported a pair of handsome mustaches. Hands clasped behind his back, he walked through the throngs of people.
A child carrying a massive bamboo basket followed at his side, displaying an expression of wonder akin to someone who had never before witnessed the ways of the world, marveling at everything he saw.
The two of them, somewhat out of place, continued their walk. The workers and merchants they passed by in Brunas were dressed in much finer clothes than what they wore.
"I say, sir... this place is really strange," uttered the child walking beside the man, with a sigh of amazement at the sight of automobiles speeding past along the roadside as they walked.
Truth be told, before coming here, he had never even seen a carriage without horses, let alone such beautiful ones.
