Date: TC1853.10.09
Location: Imperial City → Seven Peaks
The morning after you changed the world smelled like burnt coffee and political ambition.
Raven stood at the window of the Guild-arranged suite in Ring Five, watching the Imperial City wake beneath a sky that couldn't decide between autumn gray and thin gold. Below, the tram network was already running at capacity — formation-powered carriages sliding along magnetic rails in the distinctive silence that made Imperial engineering feel like held breath. People filled the streets. Not the usual morning commute. Something else. A restlessness that expressed itself in clusters of conversation on street corners, in formation broadcasts playing on every public screen she could see, in the particular way pedestrians kept glancing upward as if the sky itself might announce something.
They were still talking about yesterday. Of course they were.
