The whole world seemed to be slowly covered by an invisible veil of gauze, falling into an unprecedented eerie silence.
The sunlight still penetrated the clouds and fell upon the land, but it had lost the warmth and vitality of days past, turning pale and indifferent.
It was as if the wind had also held its breath, no longer caressing the treetops, no longer whispering in the ear—the whole world was eerily quiet, to the extent that people could not even hear the echo of their own heartbeat.
It was a loneliness and silence magnified to the extreme.
The footprints of pedestrians on the streets had been quietly erased, leaving behind only the empty roads and closed shop doors, silently speaking of the bustle that no longer existed.
Occasionally, one or two fallen leaves would gently drift down, lying quietly on the cold ground, becoming a part of the still world.
Cyart Royal Capital.
The devotees of the Words of Tranquility were very pious.
