no greater love than this

Thieved from his white tower of nobility and pedigree, Sora led Riku down the multi-hued market cast in chrome shadows interspersed with golden sunlight. He trailed Sora through the winding buildings growing ivy and vines and pretty clovers, to the once-gorgeous, now-dilapidated cafe sitting on the bank of a churning teal river. The caged garden in front shielded Riku's eyes from the sun with tall trees and vines of ripe fruit and vegetables, turning the light emerald and moss-green. The stained glass windows of the cafe shone like jewels and pretty candy through breaks in the foliage. It was a dazzling world that met Riku at the crumbling edge of the floating islands.