It was now fall, and the wild grass and weeds that had been growing along the street with reckless abandon had all wilted. However, they would grow to become even lusher in the coming spring.
The plaque that read "Fifth Street" was barely recognizable with its dilapidation. A black cat was huddled up in a corner, licking its fur, which had become matted from the rainwater. All of a sudden, it turned its gaze into the distance, and its green eyes lit up as if it had seen something that it felt very close to.
There, in the distance, an elf in a long white dress was slowly approaching.
The faint golden light shimmering around her body seemed to possess some kind of mystical property, sending all of the rainwater pouring down from above cascading down around her, but none of it actually fell on her body.
