The evening was strangely red today.
It was as if the sun was bleeding out and its blood had tainted the blueness up above, filling the skies with its ichor.
It was a sight that reminded Anatolia of the past as she rested at her desk, gazing out the window. The sound of the concerto written by the genius of Schwarz was quite a fine addition to the sight of the night as the latest gramophone played it in all its glory.
Today.
Her plans had already kicked into action today.
Anatolia's eyes clouded over as the sun started to set. Her smile hardened into a gaze that would make her family writhe at the sight of. A gaze full of her pain.
Taking a sip of her tea, she looked at the sky again.
She had seen such skies before.
In a time that everyone forgot but her.
That time, she was the one in the ground while the sky welcomed that bastard with pure white hair. She could remember well, how cruelly pretty that sight was.
And now, this sky was welcoming her.
