Aran Imperial City.
September 1st.
It's midsummer, the sunniest time of the year.
People on this side of the Western Continent have their own calendar, and they set the Stargazing Festival on the ninth, as that day is definitely the best day in terms of weather. If such a matter is not understood, the court astrologers of thousands of years can just be chopped up and fed to the dogs.
The greening of the Imperial City is done to perfection, as the facade of all Aran, still the pressure environment of the military government, if those people planning the garden landscape didn't please the military government, what can you do if the British police go to Belgium?
The rolling heat waves cloaked by the flourishing trees turned into gleaming spots on the streets rich with retro vibes; each leaf swayed under the scorching summer sun, and even the sound of cicadas seemed to be brimming with moisture.
