Nero had a dream.
A dream of a strange world filled with strange things.
Things that filled his heart and soul with even stranger feelings.
But then, he woke up and it was all gone.
Grasping at the empty air, Nero froze then let out a groan.
Morning had come to the settlement without bringing any light.
The grey clouds remained, pressing down against the gloomy world like a ceiling. Nero slowly rose to his feet.
Looking around, he was relieved to see his belongings had not been moved in his sleep.
Stretching, he walked to the edge of the only window in the room and looked out.
The town was rsther large in comparison to Gor.
Although the buildings were weathered, with most of them in complete, or partial states of degradation, he could tell they were of quality make— they must have been quite cozy in their prime.
His gaze traveled.
The town was a vestige of a civilization, preserved completely in the stones and silence.
