In the Great city of preservation, another dawn broke, spreading its gentle warmth.
The wide streets of the city were painted with the first rays of the shining morning sun, the old yet sturdily standing houses were painted with the light of a new day, making it seem like someone had just blown colors into a vintage black-white painting.
It was morning, so the citizens that woke up, picked up their tools as the sounds of chiseling and whistling filled the air when these artisans began their daily work.
-Swiiiiiiiiiish…
Just like every morning, as the sun rose, the once asleep town came back to life with the scent of freshly baked bread and roasting meats, sounds of stone carving artisans, as well as normal people who were starting their daily lives.
-Booooooooooom!
The central square of the Kalp was home to a majestic stone fountain that could not be compared to the fountain they had in either Moongold or in Yuta.
