"Eugy, look outside."
A gust of wind breezed past my head and sent my hair fluttering in the skies as I leaned out of the carriage. Beyond the rows and rows of beautiful stone buildings filling the streets, a hue of orange and violet filled the usually blue skies.
Wispy clouds likes the strokes of a painter's brush spread in between the strangely colored sky. Their ends dabbed the color of the ocean beyond them.
But at the end of it all.
The farthest from the eye.
Stretched a tower.
A tower, upside down.
Like a drop of rain falling from the skies. The tower broadened the further up it went and narrowed the lower it came. Layers of the stone tower's grey and black structure alternated as the part closest to the ground looked as thin as a needle while the width of the end in the skies encompassed the clouds.
