Night drew into the sky. Every evening within the manor felt as if it was shrouded with frightful silence as though a beast would be lurking within the walls of the estate. However, this night was better than it was before. There was no appalling silence that plagued the nearly empty hallways and no darkness that would shroud even the darkest place within the manor.
Why was this the case? It was because it was the night of the Ecklarian snow.
The dark sky, covered by the clouds of pale gold, seemed to enchant one's eyes. Locking them in their magical splendor. The Eve of Ecklarian has come and one would be a fool not to recognize the beauty of the twilight heavens. Every page and servant who would wander through the halls, passing every window and looking at the skies of gold, would pause and admire its beauty before realizing their loss of time and then they would hastily hurry.
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