["I am a fool. That is well known." - Mozart]
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Location: Turm
Time: Thursday morning, 5:00 am
The music on the record player was playing. The song was "Mein lieber Schwan" by Richard Wagner.
The young man with soft, slightly messy chestnut-colored hair slowly opened his reddish brown eyes. The sun was definitely not peeking through the window's curtains at this hour, especially at this time of the year.
He absent-mindedly rolled to his left side, right arm made a wide arc as if expecting to touch something, or someone on that side of the bed.
But his hand only flopped onto the soft fabric of the cotton blanket, making a light "thud" sound.
His eyes immediately blinked and opened wide, and he jolted awake in an instant.
The brunet gasped audibly, throwing the blanket off him in a haste and got off the bed, not even caring which foot he stepped down first - what he usually did every morning.
Eyes darting around the barely lit room, the young man tried to keep his breathing steady and his nerves calm.
It was still Thursday, wasn't it?
A flash of bright light made a thin ray past the gap of the large window's curtain.
His eyebrows pulled into a frown and he slowly walked towards the window, putting one of his eyes at the gap without opening the curtain, as if fearing what was on the other side.
And then, his pupils dilated. Time seemed to have stopped at that moment.
The sky was burning, with color brighter than the sun itself.
It wasn't meant to be like this.
But it was. This was it.
"SkyFall".