It was midday in the capital city, Solaria, and the city was as busy as usual.
Crowds of people rushed through the streets, weaving between floating buses that glided silently along their routes without wheels, their sleek bodies reflecting the afternoon sun.
Workers in crisp suits hurried into massive skyscrapers that pierced the sky, their glass facades glittering like jewels.
Others streamed out of office buildings, heading to lunch at the countless restaurants that lined the boulevards, their outdoor seating filled with animated conversations and the clink of cutlery.
Solaria was the pivotal point of the entire continent—the capital in every sense of the word. It was a hub for business, entertainment, finance, and politics.
There was never a moment when it wasn't busy, when the streets weren't filled with the constant hum of activity.
But today, there was one particular place that was statistically more busy than usual.
