It's been one hundred twenty-one days since I last shut my eyes.

A third of the year since the king cast a spell that eliminated all darkness and eradicated nighttime. I wander through the streets of Nazari, concealing my face with a shawl. Sweat beads on my forehead as I push past the swarms of citizens lamenting in the streets.

The constant sunlight scorched the planet and killed our crops. Those who did not cover up suffered untreatable burns. Without night, we could not sleep, so we resorted to herbs for forced rest. The Melanthis blossom, the most potent flower of all, quickly vanished due to uncontrollable demand. I'm on the hunt to find one.

*this is unfinished*