Pale Calendar Year 1, February 3.
Immortal Realm.
The proud sun hung in the sky, showering its bright and warm rays.
A gentle breeze blew.
The woods, grass, and flowers outside the City of Cats were touched by the gentle, invisible wind, swaying lightly. Spots of light adorned the greenery, flickering with golden brilliance.
Shadows filtered through the cracks of time.
They danced, rustling.
In the calm and tranquil atmosphere, lively orchestral music drifted from the direction of the City of Cats, filled with joy, beauty, and a hint of reverence.
Hundreds of white cat missionaries dressed in the gray robes of the Dawn Church flowed out from the Great Gate, forming two lines along the sides of the stone-paved road. The left side played trumpets, tubas, trombones, and French horns, while the right side either played violins or blew long and short flutes.
Many white cat missionaries also held Bibles, singing hymns together.
On the outermost circle were the black cat Guard.
