Kyrian walked through the illuminated streets of the caravan.
Now that the sun had disappeared behind the End Mountains, the entire Caravan seemed even more beautiful, as if the night had revealed a hidden layer of beauty that daylight concealed.
Countless luminous formations lit up automatically, creating a spectacle of colors that danced across the facades of the buildings. Crystal lamps floated above the streets, suspended by invisible cords, illuminating the paths of passersby with a soft, ethereal glow.
Bridges of light connected buildings, allowing pedestrians to cross from one side to the other without having to descend into the busy streets.
In the sky, small flying boats carried important guests between the four great auction halls, their silhouettes outlined against the starry sky like fish swimming through an ocean of darkness.
