Summer in Aldernon cleared away the gloom, with rare dazzling sunlight pouring down from the sky, its brilliance shining through the windows, casting intricate shadows against the silver lamp stands and exquisite carvings on the window frames, leaving a trail of mottled light on the ground. Emperor Rosetta Augustus sat behind his desk, his gaze drifting across those spots for a long time without speaking.
In those patches of light, he seemed to see the mortal nations at this moment—connected through shadows between the light, those intersecting isolated parts seemed inevitable, yet regardless of that, a brighter era had ultimately arrived. Bathed in sunlight, all the light and shadow still came together to form this flourishing summer.
