Morning in Letharis heralded a day full of light and harmony. The city awakened slowly, yet with dignity—as if every stone and every gate held its own place and rhythm. Sylphia walked alongside her mother, captivated by the shimmering alleys that seemed to lead them not merely through space, but through a living story.
The white tiles paving the streets shimmered with a gentle glow. Every few steps, they shifted hue, reacting subtly to the presence of passersby. Above the rooftops, intricate protective formations pulsed like living structures. Children laughed as they ran between fountains, splashing water that glowed briefly with each touch—as if responding to their joy.
Sylphia tilted her head upward to observe the trade ships gliding through the air. They were sleek and elegant, their sails woven from transparent silk. They moved silently among the towers of the city, docking at aerial piers suspended on green jade frameworks.
