The streets still bore last night's streamers and lanterns. Young lads swept the wood shavings in the square, and vendors had already set up their stoves, the scent of bread and hot soup wafting through the air.
The bell tower chimed seven, awakening the entire city.
White mist rose from the chimneys of the workshops, the sounds of hammering, steam whistles, and street hawkers intermingled. Merchants pushed carts through the alleyways, the clinking of copper coins crisp and clear.
Outside the south gate, the agricultural official patrolled along the geothermal channel, melting snow flowing smoothly along it.
New Spring Plowing Mobilization Orders were plastered everywhere, farmers lined up to receive seeds and iron tools, with children helping to carry them, their laughter clear and bright.
This marked that Red Tide had welcomed spring once more, with all things revived, and the city was coming to life again.
