PITTER-PATTER—
A thick layer of clouds drifted across the chinchilla-gray sky, blocking what little light there was and casting a filter of decay and ruin over the world.
The drizzle was fine—so fine you could barely see the splashes without looking closely. But if you held out your hand, you could feel it slowly growing damp.
"It's raining again..."
Mivana rubbed her fingertips together, a dazed look in her golden eyes.
She had spent so long inside the Barrier of the Circle of Clear Skies that she'd almost forgotten what a rainy day was like.
But home was still home. The moment she set foot on the soil of Dusk Lamp Territory and stood in the decadent, gloomy drizzle, her long-sealed memories were unlocked.
"Oh, right. It's always raining here."
