Shaffee's Literatures

The empty halls in his dreams were not an unknown place for Zenith. But still, it was surprising to see after the many years of nothing but nightmares. He ran his hands across the white marble walls and walked alongside the row lined with decorative pillars. It was beautiful, otherworldy. But as cold and empty as ever. The last time he had been here was ages ago. And with none other than... -Polaris.