Flashback - One year ago- Silverline City
Silverline City—
the land where old tradition breathes in every stone, and modern life hums beneath it like a pulse.
A place where the dawn smells of damp soil and ripe fruit, and the evening streets glow with warm lantern lights that never lose their charm.
Fields stretch endlessly around it—
rows of vegetables, golden grains dancing with the wind, vineyards rolling over gentle hills.
The grapes here are whispered about in other cities—sweet, fragrant, kissed by soft valley sunlight.
Their pride? Silverline Vine.
A drink that tastes like heritage and earth and patience.
Yet this city doesn't sleep early.
Once the sun dips behind the hills, the other face wakes up—
bars tucked between cobblestone alleys, music floating from club doors, laughter drifting into the cool night air.
Tradition in the morning, celebration by night.
And between that quiet countryside heart and the vibrant nightly glow, the city stands proud—
