Bab 914: Beauty In Sketch

When Adalia woke up again, the world was laminated and drenched in a gentle light of orange. Beams of sunlight, pillars of heavenly rays cascading from up high, strewn amidst a forecast of broken, scattered clouds.

The view from Amanda's window was really nice, better even than what home provided: a meadow at one side, and a driveway on the other. Still nice, still quite a pleasant sight. But rarely could anything compare to the liberating freedom that the vast, infinite horizon offered. 

She remembered Kronocia used to have a familiar view. Sunsets and sunrises from so long ago now in a time far gone, buried within memories almost forgotten. 

It was almost… reassuring to know she could still… somewhat remember. 

As she slowly lifted her head from the sunken armrest of her makeshift bed, her head began to throb once more with a numbing pain that was ever so slight, ever so gradual.