Rizki stood at the edge of the bustling village, where an assortment of races toiled harmoniously. Fairies, renowned for their enchanting voices and ethereal grace, engaged in animated conversations with former slaves, discussing their aspirations for freedom and a brighter future.
In the midst of this diverse crowd, which featured humans, demons, elves, and others, Rizki felt a compelling urge to partake in the discourse. Navigating the sea of people proved no small challenge, and even the fairies found it difficult to reach everyone.
He artfully weaved his way through the crowd, repeatedly uttering, "Excuse me," until he stood face to face with a captivating fairy in a shimmering silver dress. Despite her youthful visage, her eyes harbored the wisdom of centuries.
