"Is… Is that Darkday?"
And with those single set of words, a chilling silence followed.
A chill. A certain chill that even the scorching rays that rained from above were almost completely ignored by the skins it touched upon. The heat of Miami, almost non-existent as an orchestra of vibrations whispered in the air– an orchestra of hopeless trembles.
The people's feet were almost a choir; the shivering of their limbs in harmony as a black-clad individual slowly descended from the skies.
Ever so slowly, it made its way down to the crowded plaza; as if the final sand inside an hourglass– an hourglass called life.
The individual's suit was completely dark, with even the rays of the sun failing to light up its silhouette; no reflections, no luster. Almost like a void in the shape of a human– a black hole that threatened to swallow them whole.
