---The next day---
The glass was warm beneath Raizen's palms.
Eleven in the morning, the sun somewhere behind the glowing clouds, its position marked by a brighter patch in the white that moved across the sky at the pace of something that had been doing this for a very long time and saw no reason to hurry. The cloud glow was stronger than last night - the second day's intensification already underway, the luminescence thicker and more saturated, turning Ukai's wooden surfaces from amber to pale gold.
