(MoS, it's a continuation. From THAT conversation.)
Setting: Afternoon, 5:30-ish. The sun is just under the horizon, and its rays don't seem to blind those who look near it. The location is in Cyrea, the Floating City; specifically, right next to the rails which border the edges of the city.
Alume walks to the railing and looks towards the horizon. He puts his hands on the sturdy railing and sighs.
"Well, shard... how do you like this world?"