Mortal Mirage

The Chromafaces watched the hundred trades as if gazing upon a mirage: children chased sugar paintings through the streets, shopkeepers counted beads at their counters. Calls echoed through winding alleys, cooking smoke drifted around century-old beams. Crafts vied in ingenuity, lanterns interwove their glow. At their first glimpse of the mortal world, the Chromafaces felt their senses whirl and their spirits stir.