The salty breeze clashes against the waning sun as day slowly gives way to night. Fighting to the last, the fading star breathes pink fire upon the backs of the clouds that form its bedsheets. Just like a child it struggles against inevitable sleep.
It is on this evening that she chooses to take her place upon the still warm walls as the heat of the day escapes them. The chilled air and the warm stone sends a pleasant shiver through her frame.
