941. The sun

In Shia's understanding, the sun could never be black.

That was unreasonable.

Blackness was the void without any color, while sunlight contained almost all colors in its purest form.

She had never thought that in her lifetime she would see a black sun.

This sun hung high above the dome of the sky, and because it was so deep, it seemed more like a hole in the sky.

Surrounding the sun were swirling clouds.

These clouds rotated around the black sun at a speed visible to the naked eye, stirring the scenery around them.

Further off was the "wall" Shia had just seen.

This was a wall made of wind, the cloud wall around the eye of the typhoon.

Without a doubt, after the recent noisy tumult, the island had entered the eye of the typhoon.

Here, there was not a breath of wind, a world completely at a standstill.