The sky of Opus still wore that gloomy visage, even as the sunset painted it with a hint of orange glow, like a great fire burning within the clouds.
Bologue didn't hurry home but instead sat on the steps at the bottom of the building, hugging his knees, looking up at the sky.
He remembered doing the same as a child, when boredom would lead him to the pasture near his home, staring blankly at the sky until nightfall.
Bologue cherished those moments, where the gentle breeze could ease his restless heart into a rare calm.
Unfortunately, this was Opus, not the familiar pastures. Here, the mechanical roar was everywhere, and the fog, dyed into large swathes of light.
Bologue's heart couldn't find peace; past memories collided tirelessly in his mind.
He began to understand the story of "Wandering Rat." Kedening said it was based on himself, and now it seemed he wasn't lying, just not telling the whole truth.
