@nomithered liked for a starter.
The view was breath taking.
The flowers, the kind that grow and cling into rock faces and cracks in nature line the path way. It was easy to over look such an old and shady path during any other season. Winter meant dormancy for many living things. Where sleep and death were just about the same thing.
The colors dulled, sun bleached through the clouds, yet the flowers' bloom glowed under hazy moon light. Illuminating.
Lelouch sat on the edge of the precipice of Savior's Respite. The chasm below was as deep as it was wide, or so it felt. The rest of the spiraling wards could be seen like lighthouses dotting the black foggy shores. Sparkling on the very edges of his vision as he used the soft light of the flora to read the book in his lap.
It was quiet.
It was until he heard the shuffling of steps on hard and snowy stone.
"And here I thought I found a little hideaway."
