In the bustling cities, merchants wake before dawn, their hands calloused from years of handling goods, their voices warmed by the joy of earning enough to feed their families.
(Street children laugh and chase each other, not caring that their clothes are patched and torn, because to them, friendship is wealth beyond coin.)
In the quiet villages, farmers till the soil under the golden light of sunrise, their sweat mingling with the earth. They dream of bountiful harvests, not just for survival, but for the pride of providing for their loved ones.
Elders sit beneath ancient trees, telling tales of the past—of love won and lost, of battles fought, and of sacrifices made—while their eyes glisten with both nostalgia and wisdom.
Even in the shadows, where thieves and mercenaries lurk, feelings thrive. Greed may guide their hands, but fear, loyalty, and longing still live in their hearts.
