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Godwyn stood at the rooftop of a building...his building, looking at the strange scenery before him and the weird sky above.
The wind ruffled his hair, and the fading glare of sunlight illuminated his thoughtful face. His golden eyes sparkled as he surveyed the lands. Anyone who saw the glint in his eyes would think that he might be planning something big, but in truth, he wasn't; that's just what his eyes do when light is reflected on them.
He roused from his thoughts once he heard a pair of heels clacking behind him, approaching closer. Its sound and rhythm were all too familiar to him that he didn't have to turn around to look at who it was.
"Sir, it's closing time. We should go."
Godwyn didn't respond right away; instead, he kept looking at the scenery before him.
"What's my schedule for tomorrow, Trish?" He asked his secretary.
