Duality in the Fall: A Requested Flash Fiction
Winter comes. Both the season and the entity. He struts through the town square with his flashiest smile against his most minimalist clothes. Today, he and his roaming troupe of pranksters and jesters decided to look less colorful than rest of the Caelum crowds gathering around them. Caelum's color contrasts their more drab choice of fabrics. "Is this how it really felt to be in the 'it' emo groups during the Forlorn Era?" He asks one of his friends. "From what I got told, yeah. And this feels awesome. Rebellious in its own way." The friend answers. A few others snicker in the back, but say nothing when Winter spins to look at them. There is a bit of a quiet tension before Winter spins back around and resumes his walk toward a particular building. In fact, it was the building in the center of Caelum. A beautiful thing with grandiose spires that could give any tourist neck pains just from looking up ...