"It seems a celebration was held here, Brother Ade," Gita replied softly, her gaze sweeping across the square.
In the center of the square, a statue of a horse rider held a flag aloft, its marble surface solemn and pristine. Beneath the statue, a structure had been set up, appearing as if a stage had been arranged there before everyone left.
But under the cold moonlight, the stage also lay empty.
The deserted square was surrounded by colorful drapes, with long tables set up and covered with tablecloths, atop which sat plump barrels of wine. It seemed that just by turning the spigot, fragrant wine would gush out, filling wooden cups and wafting its aroma everywhere.
However, the guests had long since departed, and under the night sky, the square lay silent and uninhabited.
