The weather grew a bit colder as the day draws closer to an end, the sky dark growing dark with the sun fading into the horizon while the crescent moon ascends into the empyreans above. The streets were already empty, shopkeepers had packed up to return home to be with their beloved ones and women on their way back home with bags of groceries held in their hands to be on time to cook dinner for their family. Silence reigned supreme throughout the land and it was finally disturbed by the loud whistle of frigid winds that blew across the town of Marigold. Dry leaves that were scattered on the hard ground were lifted up by the harsh gales as they swirled away into the distance.
Strands of silver hair blew in the away, glistening underneath the moonlight that shone down upon the town. The fragrance of the shampoo would waft in the air before it was carried away by the wind. The owner of the said perfect hair was no other than a young girl who was already in her adult years, her height slightly shorter than of average. She stood there, almost like a statue, gazing up at the stars as if she was seeking for answers to the questions that ran wild in her mind. The wind was rather cold, despite how the it was season for summer. Her metallic body parts can still differentiate between hot and cold however, it did not bother her as much as it did before since her body had learnt to withstand the temperature.
The only source of light among the empty streets was by the light of the moon, which hung in the skies like a great luminous pearl on the radiant breast of heaven. The lights from the street lamps were nothing compared to the moon, flickering down upon her as they struggled to maintain their luminosity. Each building by the streets went dark, one after another and she would be finally left alone, with only the stars and the moon to accompany her lonely presence. She gave a small shake of her arm to straighten the watch on her wrist and glanced over it to check the time. As disappointing as it was, a couple of hours still remained before she was to meet someone at an appointed time, although she was still slightly doubtful whether they would show up or not.
A warm, lovely day it was, with the citizens and tourists roaming through the roads to enjoy the wonderful village view of the town, labourers carrying carts to transport the products to a different location while the shopkeepers by the market yelled on the top of their lungs, attempting to attract the people that pass by their stores. The place was loud, although it was much better compared to what she had to deal with back in the popular towns, such as Magnolia and Crocus. As usual, Snowflake wandered through the crowd, her eyes shifting from one place to another, seeking for something that might catch her attention.