The village moved around him, people flocking from one outdoor market to the next, shopping bags clutched strongly in their hands as they made more and more purchases. Having walked through some of the larger streets earlier in the day, the man had decided to take a minute to sit down, electing to take up temporary residence on a large park bench which overlooked, on one side, a lovely garden filled with a truly impressive amount of wind chimes and, on the other side, a large market street filled with the aforementioned people on their shopping excursions. Everything seemed, at least on the surface, quite peaceful, and the man had not stayed in the village long enough to think any other way.
He tilted his head a bit as his gaze swept over the street, over the people, over the salesmen and their wares, and up towards the buildings, low and looming over the street. The construction style seemed far removed than what he saw most of the time, the buildings with less rounded corners and the decorations consisting of many more adornments that he typically saw. The affect was nice, creating a lovely aesthetic and he found himself marveling over the intricacies of the tiny paper lanterns that seemed to dangle from every available surface. Everything, even the air, felt different, not exactly quaint, but certainly of a tighter nit. People looked as though they recognized each other on the streets.
The blue haired man sat a while longer, his eyes moving lazily from scene to scene, taking in all that they saw. Eventually he would need to look around some more and see some of the sights of the grand Village Hidden in the Sound, but for now he felt content to remain as he was. Perhaps he could find someone to point out the hidden gems of beauty that the common tourist tended to miss. A faint gurgling rang through his ears as the Ocean pointedly ignored him.
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