CEDRIC.
Gloom.
It is all that fills the air. I have been in my room since yesterday, watching the skies turn into colorful hues of fiery orange, sunset yellow and all shades of blues and purples.
On a normal day, I would have blissfully marveled at how beautiful the sun had colored the skies had situations been favorable for me but all I can do right now is stand in front of my window, watching as the colors fades off, inviting a depressing ultramarine into the skies as dusk befalls the Kingdom before it takes its finally color; a shade of midnight black that nears the color of my feelings.
Hell, I had no idea that feelings had colors until I delved deep into melancholia.
And this morning, the need to leave my bed and go about my daily duties evades me. I watch the sun pour in throug
