Cyrus hurried down the road, his face a mix of anxiety and excitement.
He was practically running, so focused on his destination that he didn't even notice the throngs of people rushing alongside him, all wearing expressions just like his, anxious yet eager.
After about half an hour, Cyrus finally arrived at Windflow Street, following Oberon's directions.
As he navigated through the bustling crowd, he found himself standing in front of a massive store.
Confusion washed over him as he wondered aloud, "Am I at the wrong place?"
The entrance was packed with people forming a long line that stretched far into the distance.
Every now and then, someone would emerge from the store pushing a bicycle and grinning from ear to ear.
Cyrus glanced at the store and then back at the line, feeling a slight helplessness tugging at his lips.
With a resigned sigh, he joined the end of the queue, waiting eagerly like everyone else around him.
