The dark day...
A day with dreary clouds.
A day with as little sunlight as possible seeping in from the grey firmament.
Glancing up, Nockt had a rather serene expression on his face.
He was looking right out of the window of his small room at the top of his pagoda. Compared to the others that furnished theirs with lavish decorations and magical ornaments, his was much more boring.
But it was by no means simple...
His room was filled with several shelves containing numerous journals and scrolls.
Some of them were books salvaged from the old world. Although most of what was relevant in the old world had become of little consequence, Nockt felt it was important to keep a piece of history with him. He held a bit reluctant to see all of what had been die away, fading to obscurity just like the Sun had.
