The stars above Penacony twinkled faintly, their light barely piercing the endless maze of buildings below. The air smelled of rain, fresh and sharp, though the storm had long passed. I leaned against the stone railing of the old clocktower, letting the city’s distant hum fill the silence around me.

This place was alive in a way I hadn’t expected, bustling with energy, with possibility. Penacony’s streets were a mix of chaos and wonder.

The friend who stood next to you, just an illusion made up by Sparkle.
A quiet chuckle escaped her lips.