The Third Day arrived.
It didn't crash in with glory or bloom in with warmth. It seeped in a soft, slow, and strange manner.
The darkness of the Second Night faded reluctantly, like ink being slowly diluted by water.
The cold remained a while longer, clinging to the broken stones and fractured streets like the breath of something ancient that wasn't quite ready to let go.
But then... light came.
And through Corey's Eyes of Omniscience, it wasn't just sunlight. It was transition.
A structure. A system of change.
He sat quietly with his back against the now-whole wall of the building, one leg bent and the other stretched. His gaze remained locked on the changing sky above.
To the average eye, the dawn might've appeared like nothing more than a shift in the sky's shade, a faint easing of the cold, a lessening of the tension in the wind, and a softening of the sky's oppressive gloom.
But to Corey, through the lens of his Eyes of Omniscience, it was more than that.
