Veronica stepped out of the door, the warm sun of late spring shining on her shoulders. A radiant giant sun hung high in the sky, its coronal and faint wood-grain pattern on the solar disk creating a magnificent scene behind the thin clouds. A gentle breeze blew from afar, sweeping through the bustling streets of Cecil Clan and the flourishing trees lining the roadside, carrying with it the fragrance of greenery and the sound of the bustling traffic.
She gently inhaled, as if to imprint the essence of this prosperous world deeply into her being, holding her breath for a long while before exhaling the stale air. She slightly opened her arms in the sunlight, gently squinted her eyes, and all that this body perceived was instantly transmitted to the main server matrix—then, she reopened her eyes, and the images, sounds, and tactile sensations captured by forty-three thousand six hundred seventy-two comprehensive sensors flooded her thought threads.
