The lake faded soon. The sun soared higher into the sky, azure veils—myriad clouds lurched by the sides.
Mild breezes flowed above Atrial, streets bustling, pedestrians sauntering to their various workplaces.
Market stands and stores opened, signboards hanging. Shoppers surged in gates.
The daily dance of life echoed through the busy streets.
A normal afternoon, a simple day.
"A strange world, filled with equally strange people." Tired, meagre breaths echoed. The everlasting cityscape mirrored in eyes.
"I'll never understand. Such odd dynamics are something beyond my pretence." Alistair snickered—laughters void of soul.
"How ironic: the imposed autonomy. A free man in chains."
"Gave me hope, a chance… Now, all I have is scrambles. What have I received but shattered pieces?"
Alistair gazed at his hands, then to the skies. "Am I to fix the broken? If yes… why am I hindered?"
Silence.
