Cold ocean fog drifted slowly across the silent rooftop afterward while distant city lights shimmered faintly beneath the midnight sky, and far above the sleeping streets below a silver moon remained half-hidden behind restless clouds casting pale light across empty concrete, steel railings, and the lonely figure standing dangerously close to the rooftop edge.
Elara wrapped both arms tightly around herself afterward while icy wind tangled softly through dark hair now beneath the endless stretch of stars overhead, and despite the elegant black coat covering her body there remained visible exhaustion pulling heavily against her posture tonight.
The city never truly slept anymore.
Neither did she.
Somewhere below afterward car horns echoed faintly through distant streets while music drifted weakly from late-night bars near Harbor Street now, yet none of those ordinary sounds reached her completely because her thoughts remained trapped elsewhere.
Blood symbols.
