On forum: 10/06/2003
Obsidian: Day 2|
Here's the next part of the story.
The next day dawned bright and cold. The sun rose above the horizon like some burning sentinel of doom, searing the land with intense white light. And yet, it was still cold. Breath clouded, skin prickled, liquids froze. Bleak thunderheads gathered on the opposite horizon, as if driven away by the light of the sun. But appearances are not everything, and as the sun rose, they came closer and closer, shadowing the land, concealing it from the sun
If the Boss says the passing crow is white, you must agree. --Yakuza saying