Props Valroa

Silence. Starlight walked the halls. Her foot steps echoed in the halls of the capital building. With a staff in hand, she walked. The echoes were all she heard. There was no wind. The sun shone in an angle through the archways of the windows. A fine dust was in the air, yet the air was also undisturbed. Her eyes glanced out the windows, noticing the grey, dreary clouds as far as the eye can see, at least, in that direction. The buildings of the town were silent, boarded up. As if something was to come.

She sat down in her office chair, a single note was in an envelope. She opened it and it read the following message:

"There is no meaning. There is no destiny. There is nothing." the note said in perfect handwriting, it was a message that would leave her disturbed. She turned the chair around and tapped a sort of button that came out of an arm of one of the legs on the chair. Nothing happened.

"What the hell is going on?" she asked herself, the silence is all that answered. Maybe silence was the answer after all. The answer to all of her questions. Silence.

(I have no idea what this means. I just rolled with it.)