The Elgrys Diaries I
The evening had started to seep into the clouds that never parted. In the world in which I was born, night would herald its arrival by painting the skies orange, then red and finally dark purple. The sun would drown into the Evrian ocean like an ecstatic convert baptized in its waters, then resurface behind the eastern mountain range bordering my hometown. I still hadn’t gotten entirely used to how different things were in this world. Evening came without fanfare, as a slow, colorless descent from muted, greenish shades of milky daylight to complete darkness. Whatever source of light illuminated this place behind that persistently overcast sky, it just seemed to fade in brightness come nightfall, then return every morning. There are no sunrises or sunsets in the Palefields, but after weeks of getting used to that, it was hardly the cause of the unease I was experiencing. My anxiety wasn’t caused by a hulking creature leaving behind clouds of dust as it slid across a nearby plain at a p