The red sun balances, setting down, and in its waning light, the buildings appear to be ablaze.
A warm breeze blows down from the sun and fans through the roads—the roads on which I was riding my bike at full speed.
The two-way lane, which should have been filled with people, was now empty, with only a few moving vehicles.
The engine roared again as I cut through the few cars.
The lane narrowed as I reached the eastern part of the capital city.
Now, in the gold-and-crimson sunset, a medium-sized building came into view.
Slowing down the bike, I glanced around.
A group of bystanders was already present in front of the main gate, trying to peek inside.
Their murmurs were quiet, but the sheer number of people made it seem loud.
Looking around, I noticed something else.
'...Guards.'
I thought, recognizing the two distinct cars with the royal family insignia engraved on them.
