The huge clock that loomed over the square struck once, twice, three times, marking the hour with a resonating boom that could be heard throughout the entire city. And, as if reacting to the great noise (which as a matter of fact, was the situation), as the third sounding of the bells just started to fade, the square became active all at once. There were upwards of five hundred people packed into the square, and each one had just barely enough room to breathe comfortably (with the exception of the privileged few at the end nearest the church, and clock), but they still all moved at a reasonably fast pace, each one obviously knowing exactly where he or she was going and fully prepared to avoid colliding with anyone else.
It took just under five minutes for the entire crowd to seat themselves in their respective places. The benches were set up around the square for a reason, and each person in the area at that moment knew precisely which bench they were to be at. The whole thing was a miracle of planning, a logistical nightmare that would have been impossible with any other group of people, or any other planners for that matter. But, the group of people and the planners were as they were, so everything was just matter of a few moments' patience, nothing else.
And then, the moment the last person was seated, the music started. A slow, stately march that caused each head in the crowd to turn toward the far end of the square started to come from the organ placed right in front of the church. By rights, the great instrument should never have been removed from the building that was its home, but careful precautions had been taken to ensure that nothing would happen to the fine piece of work, particularly not a freak rainstorm, which would ruin the organ forever. It continued to sound the march a slow, solemn, but oddly joyous as well, tune that ushered in a mood of hushed, tense excitement.
A single whispered gasp of excitement ran through the crowd as the figure of a woman stepped into the square. She had been previously invisible, hidden by some sort of magic, seeing as there was nothing obstructing the view from the square of the place where she should have been quite visible just moments earlier. She was clad in a dress so white that it shone with a light of its own and seemed to float around her rather than obeying the laws of gravity that should apply to it just as much as they did to everyone else. Other than the dress, she was plain, unadorned, using her natural beauty, and the strange light that shone in her oddly colored lavender eyes as accessories rather than relying on items that could never match the power of nature.
She was beaming, her eyes focused at the other side of the square, where the man she approached was waiting. Her eyes never strayed from him as she stepped forward, seemingly unaware of anything else around her, including the presence of over five hundred people all watching her with bated breath. And, as she passed the halfway mark of her trip across the square, the bells of the great clock rang one more time, and the scene dissolved, fading away into the darkness of oblivion.