Morning came softly within the Wall.
The slits acted as natural windows to allow the light of day to enter, but it only allowed the barest amount, and was only at its brightest once the sun had fully risen over the horizon.
But even still Julius woke before the bells sounded off to announce the beginning of a new day, and the rotation of the night shift to the day crew.
This was a habit he had formed back in his previous life pulling a 9-5 a habit that carried over into this life, and even unassisted by technology he still managed to rise with the sun every single day without fail.
Pale light filtered through the narrow slit windows of the chamber allotted to him, painting the far wall in bands of gold and white.
For a few moments he lay still, listening.
The sound of wind whipping through the air almost whistleing against the slits in the wall, the shuffling thumps of the soldieres moving in formations as they underwent their daily tasks.
