ORIGIN

He'd left Pisces on a whim, as curious of the strange smelling air outside of (what Himmel would consider to be) his home turf. As he delved along the path the temperature began to fluctuate. The boy was so invested in studying the road ahead that he didn't peer skyward, or he'd have seen (rather, not seen) how high the ceiling was. There were constant subtle dripping sounds on occasion towards which his ears would pivot; and as he neared the first fork in the road a gust of wind pulsed along the corridor and across him, practically forcing Himmel against the wall. He felt a sting as the earth scraped across his shoulder, but he did not bow down to it.