The illusory Sun went down the apparent illusory horizon within what felt like literal seconds. The homogenous monolith hung lazily in the grayish-purple sky as dusk seemed to dive deep into the pits of nothingness.
It took a few moments before the apparent darkness made the eyes of the napping Remirg Kryptos fling open.
The room was unaverred as no object seemed to be displaced from their respective positions. The only matter of change was the light which had dimmed outside and was reflecting a dark hue of purplish-blue and grey.
Remirg sighed deeply and closed his eyes before slowly moving out of bed and helping himself up on his legs.
To his great disappointment, his footwear had all been ravaged and purged during his fight with the stone soldiers at the bridge which led to the main cathedral.
He lampooned inwardly as he thought of what would have been left of his footwear.... rather, what would have been left of the "shreds" of his footwear.
