When the first ray of morning light pierced through the clouds and spilled into every corner of Julianum, it cast a soft, ethereal filter over the ancient city. Fangsheng woke up to his usual biological clock, standing quietly by the window to gaze at the bustling city below and the Hills River flowing right through its center.
The scene before him felt both familiar and strange. There were no towering skyscrapers or the convenient lifestyle brought by modern technology, yet the city exuded a unique charm that reminded Fangsheng of London—a London untouched by industrial pollution, perhaps just as rich in history and culture as Julianum.
The Hills River was one of the city's defining symbols. Like a silver ribbon winding through the entire settlement, the crystal-clear water was visible even from the second floor of the tavern. Lined with lush green trees and flourishing flowers along its banks, the entire view was fully captured by Fangsheng's eyes.
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