In Aleskandria, the birds chirped and the dogs barked. The water was calm and lily pads upon them sat with frogs, croaking in a sleepy way as the sun rose beyond the mountains. The people of the city and palace yawned, waking up to do their work and shuffle to their normal lives. The sweet air came upon the winds, and the flowers rustled, their sweet smell drifting nearer to the city. The farmer tended to his flower, and the baker kneaded his dough. The guard sat in the gate house lazily and looked down upon the bustle of the city and its shops, greeting his friends and royals. The king signed papers and treatises, going over the bits and bobs of his kingdom. The mages practiced their magic and the alchemists went to work on gathering herbs and new plants.

Life was peaceful, and the wind was sweet.

And so it shall stay, Aleksandria hopes.

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Written by Inanis, 1600.