T186, Javan Empire
A miserable, red, rain had been falling on the Nation of Java for almost a week. King Wili Hepakur looked out of the window of the third-floor study onto the gardens below. Even though there had been a week of rain, the flowers were shriveled - there was no green, only brown. The paths were puddled with what looked like blood.
The clouds; the sky is dying, Wili thought.
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