Morning of Fifteen Shadows
The world woke up. It was full of color.
Morning came to Blackthorn City. It was like a painter taking their time. The suns light was slow and golden. It covered the rooftops and chimneys.
The light was warm and sweet like honey. It went between the alleyways. Warmed up the stones. It made the night go away.
There were flowers that only bloomed in the dark. They still had a smell. It was stubborn and sweet. It did not want to go
The sky was big and nice. It was pale blue with some rose and gold in it. The clouds were drifting. They did not seem to be in a hurry to get anywhere.
