"W-woah… it's nearing winter, yet this area is still flooded."
Whether he liked it or not, Adres must now come down from the driver's seat and let his ankles be buried deep in this flood of practically crystal clear water overflowing out of the nearby plunging basin where a cascade poured all of the melting snow from high above the precipice that soared seemingly beyond the clouds themselves… for now he had arrived at the final destination, and also, thankfully enough, he wore quite high boots preventing his trousers and skin from getting wet by this unforeseen yet expected flood… he once had lived here, after all, in this wettest district of the city where all of its buildings and dwellers thrived by hugging themselves to the chasm of Eterna Nieve where many cascades were pouring out,
