A light drizzle veils the radiant city of Lumisgrave, coating its majestic buildings and ancient trees in a fresh, glistening sheen. The air smells of wet earth, jasmine petals, and roasted chestnuts from corner stalls.
The city is alive, bathed in a soft gray glow, as if the skies themselves are whispering lullabies to the land. This is not a storm — it's the kind of rain that invites people outside, not sends them running.
Children dart through alleyways barefoot, their laughter echoing between stone walls. They spin around with arms wide open, faces tilted skyward, catching raindrops on their tongues.
Two small boys argue cheerfully near a puddle.
> Boy 1: "My boat's faster, see! Yours already sank!"
Boy 2 (splashing back): "That's cause YOU pushed it! You cheater!"
Nearby, a little girl in a yellow poncho tugs her mother's hand.
> Girl: "Mama, can we go see the King's garden after this? Please?"
Mother (smiling): "If you finish your sweet bun first. And no more jumping in puddles!"
A wooden tea stall bustles with people under a fabric canopy. Steam rises from pots as mugs clink.
> Old Man Kharim (laughing): "Back in my day, the rain meant fish would swim through the streets!"
Vendor (pouring tea): "And your stories swim deeper every year, Uncle."
A group of young artists sketch the scene from under a large umbrella.
> Artist 1: "Look at the way the light hits the bell tower. It's like the city's glowing from inside."
Artist 2 (softly): "Lumisgrave always glows when it rains."
At the city gates, a guard in golden armor stops to chat with a merchant unloading fruit.
> Guard: "You selling those apricots again, Mara? Last time my son ate them all before I got home."
Merchant (Mara) (grinning): "Then you'd better buy double today. The rain makes 'em sweeter."
From a high balcony, King Farhan, his robe fluttering gently in the breeze, watches the city with a proud, fatherly gaze. His long hair sways behind him like black and white threads in the wind.
A royal advisor speaks behind him.
> Advisor: "Your Majesty, the city rejoices. Shall we continue the royal meetings?"
King Farhan (without turning): "Let them laugh a while longer. These moments are the roots of a strong kingdom."