Today, Old Dunling seemed oppressive again, a faint mist spilling from underground, gray-black smoke rising from the chimneys one after another, supporting the distance between heaven and earth, machines operating slowly, driving the miracles of creation, while in between, gigantic whale-like airships roamed, like illusions from the Otherworld.
For someone like Lorenzo, who had lived in Old Dunling for a long time, all of this had indeed become a part of everyday life. It was the forefront of steam technology, with new things born every day. However, to those travelers from afar, everything here was incredibly novel.
Streamers hung on the streetlights, adding a splash of color to this gray world. On the streets, one could see many unfamiliar foreigners, excitedly walking the streets of Old Dunling, looking up at the shadows in the clouds.
