![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() It is only minutes before storm arrives and things turn even more interesting. Not many shadows are lurking in the dark by then, but there are also some like me who enjoys the downpour of the rain. This is the view of the most dangerous and elegant country of all all the way to the edge of the world.Īnd then, there is me, unmoved in stillness as drops begin to soak my white gown little by little, until the rain decides to become heavier and the fomenting fiber come harder. The roofs are gabled while others are simply flat. The buildings are magnificent, tall and crafted to every inch of their details. Some lights are made of red, while the others are dimmer. Some footsteps of shadows drown in the pools while some on hard and congeal roads, but they are all engulfed in the sound of the vapor. ![]() I can hear everything those which are landing on the concrete side of the outer walls, the vibrating metals that collides with the drops of rain, the soft buzzes of umbrellas meeting light pour. The sounds of the clashing water drops are like uneven melodies that tingle my ears. The black roof of the highest tower from the empire’s castle has always been my favorite spot for the occasion. The rain is pouring not so heavy and not too slight. One jump and I am already thousands of feet above the ground, meeting the sight of the grey sky. ![]()
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