The main streets of Inracetales intertwined in various dimensions, seemingly more bustling than the vibrant lanes of the past.
Flower merchants, mask sellers, snack vendors, and artisanal craftsmen lined the streets. The roads were crowded, mostly with young men and women walking in pairs, radiating a joyful and flirty atmosphere.
"As expected, this custom is lively and interesting," Randa said, subconsciously touching her face mask, chuckling at the person beside her.
"Even the Saintess descends to the mortal realm today to experience the earthly joys of an ordinary woman."
The lady's slender figure was completely concealed under a large black cloak, with an ethereal white glimmer occasionally revealed from within the thick ink layers as she walked. This subtility further emphasized her mysterious aura.
