C79 There Was a Flower in the Mirror

When I noticed Third Uncle gazing skyward, I followed suit and peered up into the heavens. My neck quickly grew stiff, yet despite the encroaching night and a veil of mist, there was nothing out of the ordinary to see. Curious, I asked, "Third Uncle, what are you looking at?"

Caught off guard, Third Uncle shook his head. "Nothing in particular. I just lay down too long during the day