One of Heraleen's three sons, Levin, had arrived in the human realm as instructed by their mother. The moment he arrived, he had already concealed his presence from humans in order for them not to see him.
He saw the large digital clock on one skyscraper which indicated that it was already 7PM on a Monday night.
'Ah... so brother is trapped in this city?'
As Levin was looking around, he noticed that it was a city of wide avenues and small places to sit and eat, to relax as folks went about their day. The rest were already parks and wild spaces, a chance to walk among nature or enjoy the trails on bicycles.
The city was simply urban, just like he'd imagined - tall buildings in an exact grid pattern. Cars raced between red traffic lights, stubbornly flickering in the gray.
As Levin was looking around, his eyebrows twitched to have seen a lot of strings present in his surroundings.
'Why do I have to see this now?'