Mikhailis stepped out from the shaded confines of the castle gate into the bustling streets of the city, his eyes widening in awe at the scene before him. Unlike the grey, monotonous concrete jungles of Earth, Silvarion Thalor was a place alive with vibrancy and color. The people here had beautiful, deep brown skin that shone under the sunlight, adorned in bright fabrics, jewelry, and elaborate tattoos that seemed to hum with faint magical energy. Their expressions were lively, their conversations filled with laughter and a kind of joy that felt infectious.