In the skies above Bastion City in Thule, a golden light slowly pushed some of its dark clouds away. The little that remained had particles of the golden light in it, glowed, and blessed the calm night with a new presence that was from one of its nearby countries.
On the streets of Bastion's highway, yellow leaves drifted across its side and swirled in the air like a stubborn ghost not wanting to rest. They waved through the metal poles holding the highway together and slowly landed inside the Storm Mansion's iron gate.
At the front of the main black-stone building, water dripping sounds echoed softly like the tears of an angel, as the water from the fountain danced in the air in beads before regrouping into its larger self.
Shadows of the trees stretched across the ground as the moon's rays and the gleam from the golden particles attached to the clouds fell on the fruitful trees that had grown or were now growing inside the Storm Mansion.
