Entry 3

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After a long and bitterly awkward carriage ride, Stosha arrived in the Rift. From a dull and unbearable landscape came a golden paradise littered with various butterflies and tinted with the smells of honey and jasmine. Crossing the border, her expression turned. She looked up at the sun with an innocent smile and listened to the birds sing in the forests. This was until she ground her teeth and clenched in agony as the rays of the sun scorched her skin. The pain lasted a brief while, and it suddenly left her. The sun's presence seemed normal again, but the carriage driver stopped and checked on her well being. 'Are you alright?' he asked. Stosha regained her strength and sat upright once again. 'Yes... I think I shall be fine.' The driver gave her a look of worry, but nevertheless he resumed taking her to the city. 'Can we just stop a moment?' she asked. 'I wish to admire the sightings.'
'Well, of course. Take as much time as you need. My hands were becoming sore anyway.' The driver sat in his seat and held a book. He read peacefully and ate what looked like a chocolate sweetroll. Stosha stepped out of the carriage and wandered towards the nearby trees. It was only when she stopped to admire the nature around her that she noticed a lunar moth fluttering about in the light of day. An unusual encounter, and one she savoured as she held it on her hand until dusk.

-Tales of a Cold Heart, Entry 3