Thousands of blue tendrils linked the ground to the sky. Under an insane infinity of vertical corridors of blue magicules, Arthur let the sky cry to hide his sorrow. The environment was calm, as quiet as it could be in a cemetery, it allowed the boy to scan his body during the silent tribute.
A warm sensation spread from his mageroot, the tip of his fingers was tingling, almost asking his hands to move like a conductor over his orchestra.
Another tidal wave of tears was climbing over his lower eyelid, holding onto his lashes, Arthur further analyzed his feelings. Dry mouth, clenching jaw, weak knees, his chin tensing uncontrollably...
'No. All of this is meaningless.' He thought, discarding the reaction of his body that resembled too much the usual behavior it took whenever he had a heartache his family couldn't understand.
