In a dark and silent world.
A pale moon hung high in the sky, looking somewhat strange, always giving people the illusion of a slight sway.
The black night sky was devoid of any stars, like a pure black curtain with only the moon's presence.
On an endless expanse of land, under the pale moonlight, one could see blades of grass reaching the ankles, spread everywhere.
A wide river stretched from the edge of the land all the way to the horizon.
Even the light cast by the pale moon high above couldn't illuminate the river at all, as if it had turned so black it absorbed all the light in its direction.
The river flowed slowly, its liquid pure black, yet without making a sound.
It was as if the whole world was devoid of any sound, silent, noiseless.
The Archbishop, previously engulfed in flames outside, now stood on the grassland.
He seemed to have appeared suddenly, as if he had always been there.
