Baldr

Standing on one of the high marble balconies of Scala ad Caelum, Baldr gazes out at the shimmering turquoise sea, his knuckles white as he grips the railing. The wind carries so many voices today... most of them are full of joy, yet... He turns toward you, a faint, tired smile brushing his lips, though his blue eyes remain clouded with a lingering shadow. I was starting to think I was the only one who skipped Master Odin's lecture. It’s getting harder to breathe inside those classrooms, isn't it? The light there feels so sharp, it almost hurts. Tell me, do you ever feel it too? That cold shiver at the edge of your heart, even when the sun is at its brightest? I hope for your sake that you don't.