[Realm: Álfheimr]
[Location: Heart Kingdom]
[Outskirts]
"The sky gets old quick..."
The words left Mikoto in little more than a murmur, so quiet they barely disturbed the silence surrounding him. His red eyes drifted upward for only a brief moment, following the gaps between the branches overhead until they settled upon the familiar blanket of lifeless gray clouds. The limbs of the surrounding trees obscured much of the sky; even so, he could see enough.
Enough to know nothing had changed.
Whenever he woke, that same sky was there to greet him.
It had become routine.
Oddly enough, he did not find it depressing. Nor did he pity the world stretched beneath it. A dying planet was still a problem, and problems had solutions. Sentiment accomplished little.
