The setting sun stretched his shadow very long, leaving it alone on the empty playground. The city's neon lights began to shine, outlining the majestic outline of the Association Building in the distance. It was a world he could never touch.
He tightened his grip on a warm object in his pocket - it was a dark ancient jade pendant of unknown material left by his parents, the edges had been rubbed smooth.
A faint, almost imperceptible warmth came from the fingertips, as if it was a weak response to the silent ridicule.
Maybe, it's just an illusion.
