The nameless thing of mine that I hope I can edit the title of later.

You quickly get out of bed, you've always been fascinated in them. Your father even promised you to take you there to watch their return. You quickly throw on any clothes, determined to be ready and get good time. Your clothes in themselves are not too much to brag about. A simple gray shirt and equally simple gray jeans. You jam on two Shomotor, which form to your feet perfectly, and match the gray with more gray! You look like one big gray cloud in the mirror. Your simple room, equally gray-ish but this is due to the metal, seems to absorb you in with it.