The Golden Star of The Night Sky
A serene afternoon passed, and I spent the morning through afternoon by just ambulating through the crowded streets of my home. It was nostalgic, to say the least, the air that passed through my lungs, each breath catalysing a surge of the diverse jovial memories through my cerebrum. An entire life confined in the boundaries of this city, the city that was well known around the world for technological advancement, it's military stature and it's economical state, the city of Lucis. Altitudinous skyscrapers that appeared to be ascending beyond the skyline, architectural structures that would be one of fantasies; modern corporate buildings that occupied a large sector of the city, but it was all bought to life. Rubber of the wheels on the cars racing atop the ebony concrete. People roaming the white concrete that were installed as sidewalks, contrast in colors so that one's orbitals could distinguish between the two, with jovial beams tugging across their lips. Crime rates were drastically low within the confinement of the city.
Still the blood of war stained the fields that lay beyond the gateway. The vindications of the nations for waging war? It was something so simple, yet complex, once available in a quantum that allowed every nation a possession of at least one; the crystals. The idiotic leaders embarked on a cold war as they scrimmaged for the crystals. Now my sovereignty now in possession of the last crystal, it was only natural that we were an prey. Still father is cannier then his appearance would suggest. A treaty was signed to resolve this war and bringing long-desired peace to this land. People ambulating around with such broad smile on their face, oblivious to the fact that one day the beast of war will inevitably consume this land. Of course as a prince of this nation my natural feelings would never allow these people to wander into that hell, it is my solemn duty to be a guardian for these people.
This walk of contemplation came to an end, as I arrived building with a tower on each antipodal lateral, at least 150 m apart from the epicentre. Each tower converging at the tip, at least 75 tall, and two gargantuans clock installed just underneath the line where the towers begins to converge. In the middle stood a 60 m tall building that spanned 100 m to it's anterior, with a rib cage construction of pilasters running down on each side.
It was reassuring to know that my apprehension of architectural structures and the faculty of my mathematical ciphering hadn't debased. Erudition gained pending the span of my childhood, it was only chronic. This is the infamous locus where the hierarchy of the city clustered to discuss the echelon of a city. Father is currently absent, so of course I'm the inheritance of his duties. I see no validation in attending this council, mostly consisting of just fucking bickering between people vibrant in my ears. It was hardly pleasant. My ebony orbitals slowly trekked upwards into the endless gauge of the sky hovering atop the apex of my figure. Inhaling the oxygen environing me, then exhaling, I took my first step, embarking into the building, astute of precisely what postdates.