Planet Jura – Grand Streets of the Imperial Capital
Boo booooooo!
The blaring of golden trumpets filled the air, echoing through the long avenue like a river of sound.
Their gleaming metallic bodies reflected the soft light of the suns above, while long crimson ribbons hung from their ends, fluttering gently until they brushed against the ground like tongues of fire. Dozens of trumpeters lined both sides of the street, each dressed in rich red uniforms adorned with oversized golden buttons and topped with neat little hats.
Their cheeks were swollen and red from constant blowing, sweat dripping down their temples, their arms trembling under the strain of holding the long instruments upright for so long—but none dared stop. The imperial parade demanded perfection, even from those on the verge of collapse.
And then, from the very heart of the road, a colossal gray bull advanced.
