5th of Procidens, 5018
The once cloudy sky that covered the city of Hoverdam had finally vanished. A lot of the trees and greens have turned a reddish-brown, thanks to the autumn season kicking around. In just one more month, they will be heading towards winter.
Kant was in his office, sitting on his swivel chair, busy drawing a small comic that had just popped up in his mind. Considering that there was a rather lack of entertainment around here, he decided to take a short break, and do something that he loves; drawing.
Just then, there was a knock on the door, interrupting his small project. He decides to slide the paper and pencil into the drawer, before allowing the man on the other side to enter. It turned out to be the minister himself, carrying a bunch of files.
"Come in," he said. Alan opens the door and walks right into the room. He bows his head and greets Kant good morning.
"Good Morning, your majesty."