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Over the last centuries there’s been a city known for taking in and giving hope to immigrants from all over the world, a city that shouts out a million testimonies: stories of success, stories of disillusion, but mostly stories of hard work; a city that is home to the arcane and the finest shops, a city as bright as its mages, a city that stands out from all others, a city that never sleeps.
Rose Garden. Why do they call it a garden? That's one unanswered mystery.... For now, that is.
Until the right mood would hit Aedre and she could set for an answer herself.
But speaking about being in Rose Garden, this place was surely making her feel fazed. From the moment she set foot on the streets of this magical empire the woman felt completely overwhelmed and overtaken with an unusual panic. Seas of people stormed past her in overcrowded sidewalks, swallowing her frame like quick sand. A skyline that is barely visible above towering buildings that close over her head like ravenous beasts, with absolutely no way out as it would shadow over the stretch of blue overhead. Then there was this incessant song of people discussing loudly in front of the shops; trying to bargain with the shopkeepers to the best of their abilities.
And maybe to th winged creatures overhead, this place would have an uncanny resemblance to Mordor which is both amusing and terrifying; wild, vicious and perhaps more alive once midnight has struck, its lacrima lights glowering like flames and embracing the cool and dark surfaces of buildings crowned by ominous sharp spears.
If Aedre had to use just one word to describe this city, it would be – without a doubt – claustrophobic. It surely evokes a sense of imprisonment, always being confined to an area of no more than 2×2 square feet – personal space being a completely foreign concept – the anxiety as one tries to push through throngs of people, desperately trying to find some air and finally be able to breathe – oxygen being more like a privilege than anything. With crowds and enclosed spaces being part of her hatred, there really is no wonder why she had decided then and there that she doesn't enjoy being engulfed by this city. Damn her curiosity!
Then suddenly, "Unghh----" The purple haired woman bumped into something and flew straight back, while still managing to hold her ground. Without the miss of a heartbeat she realized, that it was someone.
Rose Garden. Why do they call it a garden? That's one unanswered mystery.... For now, that is.
Until the right mood would hit Aedre and she could set for an answer herself.
But speaking about being in Rose Garden, this place was surely making her feel fazed. From the moment she set foot on the streets of this magical empire the woman felt completely overwhelmed and overtaken with an unusual panic. Seas of people stormed past her in overcrowded sidewalks, swallowing her frame like quick sand. A skyline that is barely visible above towering buildings that close over her head like ravenous beasts, with absolutely no way out as it would shadow over the stretch of blue overhead. Then there was this incessant song of people discussing loudly in front of the shops; trying to bargain with the shopkeepers to the best of their abilities.
And maybe to th winged creatures overhead, this place would have an uncanny resemblance to Mordor which is both amusing and terrifying; wild, vicious and perhaps more alive once midnight has struck, its lacrima lights glowering like flames and embracing the cool and dark surfaces of buildings crowned by ominous sharp spears.
If Aedre had to use just one word to describe this city, it would be – without a doubt – claustrophobic. It surely evokes a sense of imprisonment, always being confined to an area of no more than 2×2 square feet – personal space being a completely foreign concept – the anxiety as one tries to push through throngs of people, desperately trying to find some air and finally be able to breathe – oxygen being more like a privilege than anything. With crowds and enclosed spaces being part of her hatred, there really is no wonder why she had decided then and there that she doesn't enjoy being engulfed by this city. Damn her curiosity!
Then suddenly, "Unghh----" The purple haired woman bumped into something and flew straight back, while still managing to hold her ground. Without the miss of a heartbeat she realized, that it was someone.
