The dawn sun cast a warm golden light over the metropolis of Nocture. From the balcony of her main palace, Sylvia stood with both arms resting on the cold marble railing. She gazed at the magnificent expanse of the city, which had grown rapidly and was now home to more than thirteen million souls. Below, buildings of magical iron and quartz stone stood solid, linked by energy rail lines that glided smoothly through them. The morning wind carried the fresh scent of the hanging gardens and the warmth of citizens just starting their day.
Sylvia sighed softly. Life in Nocture ran thanks to Sofia's leadership very smoothly. Still, for a Queen of Death used to wandering, staying in the palace too long left her feeling a little restless. She wanted to go down to the streets, walk the corners of the commercial district, and see for herself how her people lived.
But the classic problem stood before her again: how could she walk around without causing a mass commotion?
