The shimmering white veils of curtains fluttered elegantly. However, the windows and doors were closed shut. The dawning heavens painted the skies with an ethereal hue displaying an extravagant sight. Light began to break through the clouds. Rays fell upon the calm fortress.
However, slumbering on the furred bed of the master's chambers, a slender figure stirs awake. A piercing ache pricked in the youth's head. Slowly, his lethargic limbs were forced to move. It felt as though he wore a sleeve of heavy metal. However, Moulin opened his eyes with much effort. A crease appeared between his brows; confusion and indifference layered his silver pupils.
He laboriously pulled himself to sit on the bed. The exotic furs folded below his slender waist, and an ominous silence washes over him.
"..."
Author to HadriMou: You two keep on going back and forth. Shut up and xxx already!
Author to Reader: (Ominous voice) The end is near.