syntheticsong
As the fresh morning air blew across the beach, Yellow Diamond walked down the shoreline on the sand, enjoying the sunrise and watching the earliest of those celebrating the festival getting set up for the day - a few playing volleyball, or someone on a jet ski, or someone setting up a tent to sell some homemade wares.
This was comfortable, this quiet before the storm of excitement would surely happen in the afternoon. He wouldn’t stay for that part of the fest, but the morning was nice.
“Not too many mornings that the sunrise is this colorful!” he stretched, speaking to the open sky.














