The scenery around Ash changed once more, shifting so naturally that he barely registered the transition until his senses settled.
Now, Ash was standing on the rooftop of a building, an under construction building to be precise, where unfinished concrete, scattered metal rods, and stacks of raw materials surrounded him, giving the place an abandoned and hollow atmosphere.
The rooftop of the unfinished building was quiet, except for the restless wind sliding through exposed pillars and loose scaffolding. Dust drifted across the concrete floor in thin, uneven layers, disturbed only by the careless movements of two small figures sitting near the corner of the rooftop, basking in the moonlight and watching the streets and buildings at the distance.
