The evening sky at the moment was darker than usual. It was not just cloudy but heavy.
Thick layers of grey clouds rolled over one another, swallowing what little light remained. The air felt dense, charged, as if something unseen pressed down from above.
Thunder rumbled across the skies. They were low at first. But then.
CRACK!
A jagged streak of lightning tore across the sky, illuminating the village for a brief second before plunging it back into gloom.
Rain was coming. This would be Amon's first time seeing rain on this island. He had never seen it from the time he entered this island.
Inside his wooden house, Amon sat quietly in the living room.
The house was built from dark material. Black wood polished smooth but aged by time. The walls carried a faint scent of resin and smoke. Shadows pooled in the corners.
He sat on a simple wooden chair, leaning slightly back. His eyes were not on the storm. They were on the figure above him.
