The Academy City always looked so beautiful during the night.
I moved through the streets, hands tucked into the pockets of my slacks as the soft glow of the streetlamps followed me along.
The city was different at this time of the hour.
During the day, it was loud and chaotic with Cadets rushing for classes, vendors shouting over one another, instructors patrolling around and barking orders, and gods know how many AirBuses zipping between the islands.
At night, it was all so peaceful.
Imagine trendy music spilling out of the bars and clubs, drunken teenagers stumbling into the streets every now and again, a group of boys laughing a little too loudly in a roadside park, and a bunch of girls clicking selfies in front of a large prismatic fountain.
Fairy lights hanging between buildings lit up the night markets, twinkling above the streets like tiny stars trapped in glass.
