The stars in the night twinkled above, a glorious blur in the dead dark sky.
A moon with a greenish hue illuminated the concrete bridge we walked on.
Snowflakes fell from the sky, covering the pathway and making a soft crunching sound under our feet.
Daphne led the way, with students following behind her.
A few meters ahead, a bridge led toward a distant point where a tall, imposing tower stood.
This dark tower, with a flat top extending outwardly from its structure below, was firmly placed in the middle of the bridge and rose high into the sky, supporting the entire weight of the bridge.
A sound filtered through the area, a distant, constant hissing, like an angry cat. It grew louder as we approached the bridge.
A waterfall, huge and roaring, flowed from below on the left side of the bridge, its sound drowning out all other noise.
"Do you guys think Lumina is flat?"
My head snapped to my right as Oliver mumbled.
