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This is not my art. I'm just wondering how different people write visualizations.
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Enlalle sat in front of the book shop waiting for the trolley that would take her down to the Imperial Precinct where she worked
in the law courts. Here in the Precinct of the Sun Goddess, all was dappled green and comfortable shade. The broad canals and
spacious pavements were a striking contrast to the crowded avenues and thronged pavements of the government districts
where people from all over the Empire and beyond came together for the daily ritual of power and majesty of the Capital.
Above the book shop, her aunt's and her mother's before her, was a shrine dedicated to Nammale, the Sea Goddess. Cross
corner from her aunt's building was the Utunummunde, the temple of Utulle the Sun Goddess, perched up on the shoulders of a
tall residential block. As with all the buildings in the cities of the Empire, the Utunummunde was crowned with two elements ---
the green of trees & gardens and the duppa, hexes of the saints and deities of a place.
Across the Canal of Living Waters, the uptown trolley came gliding along, barely stirring a ripple in the water. She paused to put
her broadsheet down and watched as her cousin boarded. She waved through the open transom and Enlalle waved back. Some
foreign tourists in their tall peaked caps and long light colored clothing were waiting to board one of the long narrow hyrmu that
would ferry them all over the imperial city.
Enlalle watched her cousin's trolley disappear around the corner to head up the Canal of the Sun. Anutu, a girl from Loran
Province, who worked in the same bureau as Enlalle walked along the pavement then, her bag slung over her left shoulder. Even
though she'd lived in the capital for some years, she still favored the silver furred udu, a kind of shaggy round cap with long fur
and two long hair sticks of hard wood over the darker numu of the central lands with its shorter fur, trimmed neatly.
Anutu was better than any clock the artificers could make. She appeared at the trolley stop a minute or so in advance of its
stately arrival every working morning. Enlalle had grown accustomed to her coworker's punctuality and quietly relied on it to let
her know when she had to finish reading her broadside and gather her things up.
Just as she folded her paper and tucked it into her own bag, she stood up from the battered old chair that sat before her aunt's
bookshop, straightened her skirt and went to stand next to Anutu as the trolley came gliding to a stop at the kerbside.