As they disembarked the train, he couldn't help but gape in awe. Tall, well-polished glass buildings protruded from the ground, beginning just a block from the station. The streets were formed from concrete instead of dirt paths. People hurried about, dressed in colourful fabrics and walking with purpose, not giving their group so much as a second glance. No vendors called out to them to sell their wares, but instead, large signs with digital advertisements were cast on the side of buildings and cars.
Rosie smiled brightly, breathing in what was probably the smell of exhaust and fume. She headed through the exit gate confidently, waving her hand to signal the group to follow.
"Welcome to Silver City, the capital of Flute!"
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