the world was a song. Who: Sky Min & Storm Kapur What: A visit. Where: Cathedral When: Today? Rating: TBD. Status: In-progress.
It was getting more difficult to discern between truth and dream now. Storm filtered in and out of lucidity, his mind an incoherent haze of thoughts tumbling into one another like loosed marbles. Time itself had weathered away in this small cloister room. One day could be the next could be the day before it; his vision was too blurred for even the clock hanging on the wall across him.
And so when Sky pushed open the door, it was only owing to the knowledge of Pyr's like infirmity that Storm was able to recognise the bard. "Good morning," the squire tried to say, although the breathless exhale could have been unintelligible. (And, of course, if it truly were morning, Storm could not say.)