"With the absence of the righteous upholders, cryptic anomalies arise."
~Tasmiya Shaik
OUTSKIRTS OF EIZGÁR
The Highlands
Sunday
6:48 a.m
The distinct scent of gardenia was so potently alluring. It was within Sebastian's grasp. Yet the orangish shade of sunset and caramel was nearly unattainable. A spectrum of the two hues wavered in the dull void of emptiness he was cast into. Despite the darkness that engulfed him, and sundered his will of escaping its clutches, in this space of nothingness, harmony caressed his heart and mind. Should the fates ordain him to wallow in the depths of the void for an eternity, he would dare not defy for he was embraced with the light of heaven's seraphim.
