The sun began to rise, illuminating the streets of the capital city of Qadrak, crowded with the hustle and bustle of people.
The market was filled with the aroma of sharp spices, the scent of jasmine flowers, and the smoke of meat slowly roasting over coals.
In the midst of the crowd, the sound of a ukulele played could be heard, when Claire took a glance to her side, she could see it was played by an old musician, its rhythm softly accompanying the chatter of the traders in the market.
Claire walked beside Eliza, her eyes unable to take her eyes off everything around her.
This crowd seemed like a different world from where she lived.
However, there was something stuck in her chest, an emptiness that could not be completely expelled.
"You know, Claire."
Eliza's voice broke her reverie. The girl turned her head with a wide smile as she turned her body to walk backwards, facing Claire.
