The central plaza of Umbrasol was always lively, it was loud, chaotic and… full. People here moved freely, talking, laughing, screaming, selling their goods and… living.
Stone paths here curved gently around a wide open space, meeting at the center where a large fountain stood, a fountain where clear water flowed endlessly, catching the sunlight and reflecting it in soft ripples across the ground. Small stalls were lined at the edges of the plaza selling fresh fruits, baked goods, and simple crafts.
A couple sat near the fountain, sharing a quiet conversation. A group of children ran past them, chasing each other without care. An old man adjusted his stall, arranging fruits in careful rows, humming under his breath.
No one watched over them.
There were no guards.
There was no fear.
It was… peaceful.
"…and then I thought—"
Suddenly, a woman paused mid-conversation, unable to finish her sentence.
