The next day, the sun rose again, illuminating the rare and unique black city with its golden rays. The light pierced through the clouds, which shifted and changed shape as the breeze slowly carried them across the sky.
Little by little, the city began to fill with movement. Commoners, merchants, farmers, and other residents took to the streets to go about their business. Footsteps echoed on the dark stones, the murmur of everyday life could be heard once again, and at first glance, everything seemed perfectly normal.
Too normal.
No rumors were circulating about the deaths the night before. No one whispered anything on street corners, not a single voice mentioned the chaos that had taken place. It was as if the entire city had agreed to absolute silence... or as if they had chosen to ignore what had happened with deliberate calm.
