Albedo, caught up in the midnight, couldn’t seem to bring himself to rest. His mind wouldn’t stop running a mile a minute. There was something wrong, maybe, but he couldn’t help but stand out on the balcony connected to his room and listen to the nighttime symphony of crickets and cicadas, as well as small, nocturnal birds chirping. The young man’s icy blue eyes glittered in the light of the full moon as he looked out at the forest.