When the angels sing the solar star would tremble at their brilliance. The angels gathered that day, white-robed beings with starlit visages. Their bodies swung as they danced and Sol took in the sights, his mind blurred with incomprehensible thoughts. Everything around him swam and swam, leaving him feeling dizzy, stifled, elated. For he alone drank at least ten of the Gods' Wine.
And it was after that he spent the best seven days of his life.
But it had been then that Nox finally returned from one of his escapades. And it was then that Nox tended to him, cared for him and had eyes no other. And after those seven days were over—
After those seven days were over…
After those seven days were over…
After those....
…
What happened?
The memory stops there. Mo Yinan opens his eyes, groggy. The spot next to him is still warm but it was empty.
