Dawn.
Taiyang rose slowly, like a dim red bead.
The darkness of night still lingered in the air.
Through the dust and smoke drifting over the streets, the whole city exuded a sense of oppression and dullness.
The streets of the county town were empty, with only a few early risers scurrying past, either working or journeying.
The ancient and secluded buildings silently stood on either side, the houses low and old, the walls mottled and peeling.
From afar came the sparse sounds of slapping against the water surface, and at the entrance of a small alley, the clear stream could be seen flowing slowly.
As Taiyang climbed higher, the dust and smoke filling the city became thicker.
Gradually, more and more pedestrians appeared on the streets, but they still hurried by silently.
There were no sounds of laughter or interaction, only a profound melancholy and sense of loss buried deep in their hearts.
