Prelude Part 2

No one could escape from their own memories. It would always start with something like—It was a summer night…

Indeed, memories would always start with words like "endless passionate sunlight", "blood-like sunset', 'fluttering warm wind that carried the scent of the earth", "a sky full of stars that shone brightly in the summer", "natural color that painted the night sky colorful", and so on. It would always be the most memorable part and usually how stories or memories began.

This upcoming story also started on a summer night.

The Purple Moon had risen, but the sky had yet to darken. The sunset was like an abstract painting that dyed the deep blue sky a soft red.

The wind whistled and carried the bloody scent of mud that was unique to the Hope Barrier coupled with heavy humidity.