Beneath a night sky twinkling with stars, the music over Herram's business district square intertwined with Lanci's speeches formed a symphony of the city.
Hyperion and Michela stood amidst the crowd in this vast square.
The moment they reached this pedestrian square, Michela noticed that her sister's dynamic expression had frozen on her face, as if sealed by a sudden frost, rigid and devoid of its usual warmth.
The two sisters stood there while the surrounding crowds continued to flow, making them seem like two solitary islands in the river of time.
Michela held on to Hyperion's arm, trying to comfort her.
But at this moment, even the warmth of the human touch could not still the tremors in her sister's eyes.
She could hardly imagine what could have happened that would cause her usually composed sister to lose control of her emotions.