The parade of Caesar through the heart of Rome felt endless, a slow-moving tide of pageantry and power. The imperial streets, lined with jubilant citizens, echoed with cries of adoration and the rhythmic beat of drums. Colorful banners rippled in the hot summer breeze, golden standards catching the noonday sun like divine symbols.
Caesar's majestic carriage crawled through the city, gilded and adorned with laurels of victory. Pulled by white stallions, it glimmered with polished bronze fittings. At his side rode Marcus Antonius and Octavius, basking in the roar of the masses. The Dictator smiled like a god among men, waving with calm majesty as flowers rained from balconies above.
