The flowers bloomed, and trees grew lush as spring embraced the land, painting the city in shades of green and new beginnings.
Then came summer, when golden light bathed the rooftops and the streets buzzed with life under the warm, unrelenting sun.
Autumn followed with its graceful decay— crimson and amber leaves carpeting the cobbled roads, whispering stories with every step.
Finally, winter arrived with the delicate descent of the first snowflake, silently announcing the close of another cycle and the quiet start of a new season.
The seasons passed again and again, time flowing like a gentle stream, shaping the city as it grew.
From the dusty foundations of a city still under construction, Harmonia had matured into a sprawling marvel on the brink of its grand inauguration.
Spanning seventy-three square kilometers, the satellite city of Ligera radiated elegance and order, its outer walls shaped in a striking hexagonal pattern.
