The dark expanse of the Nightmare’s eternal dusk haunted the skies, and a low overhang of clouds roamed toward the uppermost tiers of Nightcastle. The twisting structure of cedar beams and coral formed many stories that made their best attempt to touch the sky but ultimately fell short.
Masanori’s legs dangled over the edge of the platform outside of the Sky Temple, the peak of Nightcastle. He carded his fingers through Gensou’s black and orange striped fur as he stared off at the twisting cosmos above.
OH YEAH. THAT’S THE SPOT, Gensou purred, giving a satisfied kick and a sigh before lowering her body to rest her chin on her front paws. YOU’RE GETTING GOOD AT THIS.
Masanori chuckled. “I would hope so after all these years.”
FOUR YEARS MIGHT SEEM A WHILE FOR YOU, BUT I AM AN ETERNAL
