Michel Nostradamus has always been the center of attention. Either he created it himself, or he aspired to it. Surprisingly, he often managed to escape punishment for his misdeeds.

However, despite this, he continued to live his life, walking along the streets or perhaps even on the roofs of houses. He was very curious to see the modern world with his own eyes, and not just rely on his predictions.

He certainly admired the bright colors of modernity. However, in some cases it is worth stopping it, otherwise it is unknown how it may end.

He was a pleasant companion during our conversations. His opinion was always interesting to know.

Sometimes you could see him in a serious mood. Most often it happened at night, when the stars were shining in the sky. He was sitting on the roof and looking at the night sky. But when you approached, he would put on his mischievous mask again and greet you with a sly smile.

— Is someone unable to sleep? What a pity, what a pity.

His long blond hair fell over his shoulders, and his blue eyes, full of fun, watched you. He sat comfortably on the roof, resting his hands on the roof itself and dangling his legs, swaying them slightly.