Opening his eyes, getting up, cleaning and washing, dressing and tying, Bologue looked at himself in the mirror, and his neat posture always brought him satisfaction and composure.
He adjusted his cuffs and looked at the quiet and tidy room. During the days when Palmer was absent, Bologue had carefully cleaned the room to slightly reverse the entropy changes.
With force, he pulled open the curtains, letting in bright sunlight. Bologue squinted slightly, and after a few seconds, he adapted to the new radiance.
Looking at the endless scenery beneath the tall buildings, Bologue couldn't help but take a deep breath.
Since the collapse of the Crooked Path and the dissipation of the Sea of Mist in the Great Rift, the clouds that shrouded the city had disappeared, and after many years, sunlight once again favored this land.
