The dying light of sunset settled over Regina Central Plaza like a crimson veil draped across an anxious kingdom, softening the edges of marble towers while casting long shadows that stretched through every avenue leading into the city's heart, where thousands of citizens had already gathered beneath fluttering banners and hastily painted signs, their whispered fears weaving together until they sounded less like individual voices and more like the restless breathing of a people standing upon the edge of history without knowing whether dawn would deliver salvation or ruin.
