The Universe's Mixer

During that strange night, the crone had stretched out under the sun; her dress pulled up enough to expose a good bit of her thighs. The straps insubstantial so as not to make much of a mark. Her eyes closed, as she relished the sun. She'd laid out in it, soaking it up. While some might consider her a creature of a harsh landscape, cold and desolate, that harsh landscape could have very long days, at least in some areas. It could have what seemed like a never ending sun, and the crone had missed that.

She almost wanted to thank the City for a small piece of reminisce, when it hit her that this was not normal. Of course, the City may be experimenting with sleep patterns or light and darkness, but that didn't set well with her. There were others who had been here much longer than she, and she wondered if this sort of day/night issue had happened before. Time felt...off. The people and animals didn't seem to mind.

So, she settled in to watch once the night had came back. She doubted whatever happened had been the City giving her a little bit of her home, so very far far away. She did not believe that there was anyone powerful enough to stop the sun, well, none that would do it anyway. She did not care for havoc that she did not cause or have some finger in, save for that bit of murdering of the silly women. Oddly, that seemed to be getting solved as quickly as her own bit of fun, or perhaps not so oddly. The police were dreadfully dull.

"Mundies." She lounged on the bench, now and then seeing her home along with the cabin that had become the damn castle's friend somehow would pass by as the City shifted this way and that. She'd yet decided if the castle was indeed alive, or had simply been integrated into City's ever changing inner and outer landscape. She watched the park and those in it. One day of sun. She could think of signs found in darkness, but not so many found in the shining of the sun.