The West, The Palace
Emily awoke in the middle of the night, this time with another blank dream. She was frustrated because her dreams were as blank as her memories.
Slowly she rose and made her way to the veranda, and then sat down in a chair. The cool night air was enveloped in a light, damp mist, and the dampness swept over Emily's body, covering her cheeks and hair in a thin film of mist.
The western sky was gray and dry during the day, with the sun always blocked by thick overcast clouds that prevented it from penetrating, and the sweltering heat was evident in the midday when the temperature soared, and in the evenings when the temperature plummeted, sometimes even raining in the middle of the night.
She doesn't like the changeable weather any more than she likes being here. The old palace always seemed gloomy because of the short time it had seen the light.
