Chapter 2
It was raining. As he was reaching the end of the city, -which he still didn’t know the name of- the roads were getting wider and the houses were getting less. The sound of drops hitting the ground was the only thing he could hear, and it varied according to where the water fell. On the land, it was a soft splash on the wet grass; on the buildings, it was like a crack in little emeralds. These sounds made an infinite beat in his head, repeating every time he passed an empty road or a building with a flat roof. Everything seemed darker and gloomier under the rain. The walls were grey, but the sky maroon now. It was a reflection of the color of the land in the waters above. The sky did look grey once he stared deep in it, but as soon as the rain got more intense, it kept him from seeing more than the fancy surface concealing the previous color behind. This abandoned city with few nameable colors in it could perplex him for reasons he couldn’t describe. Maybe he was observing everythi...