A dusk sky, deep abyssal blues and haunting purples envelop the world from above silver lights dancing faintly throughout, all the while the sharp curve of a waning moon slices through all. Callio looks up at this crescent, her dark eyes transfixed on its silent beauty that grows brighter the further the light of day is chased away. Her eyes aren’t the only senses she’s using to absorb her surroundings. Around her she can smell the sharp sc...
