As the days heated up, midsummer arrived before anyone knew it.
This particular day began with overcast skies in White Stone City. The air was thick with humidity, and the weather oppressively hot.
In the afternoon, a breeze picked up, followed by a light drizzle that though less satisfying than a torrential downpour, brought some cool relief.
Pedestrians were rushing in the veil of rain, shouting as they ran back to their homes, while some leisurely nobles called a few friends to drink and make merry in their courtyards.
In rainy weather, most people felt inexplicably lazy, disinclined to work, and found various ways to while away the time.
And Pandora, who was always lazy, was naturally even less active in such conditions, sprawled on the bed fast asleep, too lazy to even turn over.
In the laboratory, the main experimental room.
"Pat-pat-pat..."
Cool raindrops tapped against the windows.
