NeverSleep

I settle my gaze upon my sleeping pactor. Bathed in gold from the sky, his body jostles upon his bed of clanking skeletons. Once, he spoke of the blueness of the heavens, thinking the color unnatural in comparison to the false lavender of Eldrade. What, I wonder, would he think of this new sky? A sky that gleams gold by day and pitchest black by night. The mortal world rests.