January 20, 2064, arrived on schedule.
It was a day shrouded in heavy fog in the early morning. The entire Capital Hydefield was enveloped in a milky white mist. The sky and the ground were almost indistinguishable, appearing as a blurry expanse.
Beyond a hundred meters, visibility was poor. The rising sun was just a red ball and felt very little warmth, hanging atop the distant mountains.
The early spring morning was still cold.
However, at six in the morning, many citizens were already leaving their homes. Some went alone, some in groups of three or five, some drove cars with their wives and children, some carried posters with the names of their favored candidates, raised high, heading towards the nearby polling stations.
This was a festival involving the whole nation.
Each person hoped their vote could decide the future of the country.
