Envy it, and take it as a prayerful aspiration.

The morning dawn had just tinged the skyline of Changlong Kingdom with a reddish hue. The cloudless sky reflected the grandeur and magnificence of the empire. The majestic Imperial Palace shimmered in the morning light, resembling a dazzling jewel set against the horizon. Representatives from various nations and major powers were making their way to the palace, and the capital of Changlong Kingdom was bustling with unprecedented activity due to these diplomatic visits. 

Standing amidst the delegation from the Celestial Empire, I moved through the bustling crowd. The streets on either side were adorned as if for a grand festival, with fluttering flags and vibrant floral decorations. The calls of merchants and the shouts of peddlers intertwined, forming a symphony brimming with life. Throughout the streets, groups of nobility dressed in splendid attire and representatives from various nations mingled, enthusiastically discussing the upcoming significant events. 

Indeed, I, too, had once strolled down such prosperous streets. We had just emerged from the ruins of war, struggling through the challenging period of rebuilding. Gazing at the flourishing imperial city of Changlong Kingdom, an indescribable emotion welled up within me. 

The towering palace and the broad avenues unfolded before me like a resplendent painting. The residents on the streets seemed to bask in the prosperity with ease, as if it was intricately tied to their lives. Yet, I felt a slight sense of detachment—it was their glory, while the Celestial Empire still struggled to recover and rebuild. 

As we approached the Imperial Palace, its grandeur became increasingly imposing, and the atmosphere grew more solemn and reverent. As these thoughts swirled in my mind, a gust of wind swept by, carrying the fresh scent of the city and lightening some of the heaviness in my heart. 

This is what I thought: the prosperity of Changlong Kingdom is not only a testament to their own glory but also serves as an inspiration to someone like me—a survivor of a fallen nation. 

When we finally halted before the Imperial Palace, I took a deep breath and gazed up at the towering edifice, feeling a flicker of hope ignite within me. Though the Celestial Empire remains mired in its arduous reconstruction, the path ahead is not one of endless darkness but one illuminated by the light of hope and perseverance. Perhaps, one day, we, too, can find our own brilliance amidst such flourishing prosperity.