Another day passed by; another day full of sadness, another day of regrets, another day of taking the winding stairs, another day of talking with Amara and the other servants, and another day that I wasted. Tomorrow was another day, and after tomorrow there would be another day, and so on, another day. It only meant one thing: that life was just a series of monotonous days and nights.What if I use the pinkish cloud to go somewhere? so that I wouldn't be bored with repeating things in the ...