(The city is different at night. It's unlike any view he's ever really seen before. Pitch-black in places with lights that sparkle and shimmer like stars all around him. For an old spirit like him, it feels as bright as day among them which probably explains why he's sulked off to some empty restaurant with a rooftop patio for solitude. He's hard to miss considering his bright white attire. You could probably spot him from a mile away in the dark.
Of course, no one is working, but the kitchen smells like seafood and some slow, nondescript song plays a relaxing melody no doubt meant to evoke feelings of being by the sea in some quiet little town or something. This would have been a nice little place to take someone out for a quiet date in a bustling city. Maybe it was (if people were ever here). Maybe that's what it's meant to be (now that the city is filling with people).
Leaning against the black iron balcony rail, he looks out at the quiet city below... and then up at the moon. When he senses that he isn't alone anymore, he calls out whimsically,)
( july event )
Of course, no one is working, but the kitchen smells like seafood and some slow, nondescript song plays a relaxing melody no doubt meant to evoke feelings of being by the sea in some quiet little town or something. This would have been a nice little place to take someone out for a quiet date in a bustling city. Maybe it was (if people were ever here). Maybe that's what it's meant to be (now that the city is filling with people).
Leaning against the black iron balcony rail, he looks out at the quiet city below... and then up at the moon. When he senses that he isn't alone anymore, he calls out whimsically,)
Do you think it's real?
(The moon? The city? Something else???)