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At the break of dawn, the wind was howling. The sands were whirling, glimmering green and gold to tell the future’s message.
What Bruno saw was still confusing and incomplete, just like every other vision he had. There was a party, everyone was having a joyous time in the Plaza.
The wind blew again and the emerald vision dissipated. Another image appeared.
Was it a different day?
The people this time were angry, shouting at someone. From the looks of it, they were pulling someone away, throwing rocks at the person. But at the same time, their gestures hinted that they were afraid.
Why were they scared?
Were they going against the Madrigals? He hoped his eyes were deceiving him, but the future doesn’t lie. Bruno hoped that he simply misunderstood.