People of every description, dressed in wildly different styles, flowed down the street like a river of color.
High above the street, hovercars of all shapes and sizes wove through the air like schools of deep-sea fish. Emblems of different family lines and companies flashed on their sides as their engines hummed.
Higher still, near the clouds, a luxurious airship bearing Clock Kid's emblem drifted past like a miniature palace. Its vast, slowly moving shadow fell across the ground, drawing people's eyes and cameras upward.
March 7th looked up at the ship too.
"Wow, it's our Fleeting Starlight!"
"Come to think of it, it's been running this whole time. I wonder how much it's made."
"Tch. It's not like we'll see any of that money," Yan Huan said dismissively.
After the last incident, Himeko had taken control of the Fleeting Starlight away from Yan Huan, Dan Heng, and March 7th.
Even if they boarded it now, they couldn't change a thing about how it was run.
The Express Crew's three heroes didn't know a damn thing about business.
Billboards along both sides of the road blared catchy slogans and the latest interstellar pop hits.
Speakers outside different shops played different music.
Pounding electronic dance tracks collided with languid jazz and blues, layering into a strange cacophony.
Vendors hawked their wares. Tourists chatted and exclaimed in delight. Hovercar engines growled beneath the sounds of street performers' peculiar instruments...
All those sounds tangled together, yet somehow, the result was exhilarating.
In the dreamscape, the streets always stayed at a comfortable temperature. Even in the crowd, it never felt stuffy.
Every so often, an interactive fixture by the roadside sprayed a fine mist with a crisp fragrance, bringing a fleeting coolness.
Nearby stood a multifunctional information pillar offering maps, directions, and emergency calls.