Chapter 173: Stages of Grief

The cover of the trees started to fade away as I was able to recognize more and more of the path. No matter how much a place changed, I guess if someone was used to it, they would find familiarity in some manner.

Colorful streets entered our sight as we neared the city. Stones dyed in red and yellow in a medievalistic manner made up the roads of my city while pavements were raised as sidewalks. Even during the day, seeing people play around with instruments in their hands wasn't a rare sight.

I saw some people painting the feeding birds and a fountain while another person tried to paint that painter. Music flowed out in strange harmonies, pleasant yet chaotic, as dozens of voices overlapped.

The people had changed the most.