Celestial-Rainstorm

 Epilogue: This World Is Ours Now As time passed, the world began to heal. It rained often and the weather was gradually becoming colder. Three weeks after the final defeat of the Fabrication Machine, the stitchpunk coven was having a pleasant evening outside in the courtyard. The bright golden sunlight was just barely filtering through the dark, thick grey clouds as it set behind the distant mountains. The clouds above nearly promised an evening shower. However, at the moment, the twins were playfully chasing one another across the paths and bridges, eventually getting 6, 8, and 7 to partake in their game. The air was filled with shouts and

'G...G...Ge....ah, there you are." 9 finally found the empty space upon the shelf were the book he had been engrossed in for the past few hours belonged. He'd been rather fascinated with the paragraphs and pictures about gems and minerals native to his country. However it had become rather late and he was setting out on an early scavenging mission with 5 and 2, so 9 pushed the book back into its designated shelf, and turned away to begin making his way out of the maze-like library. He glanced over at the large, empty bookcase that the twins used a room. There was a dim, flickering light coming from within, casting tall shadows against the b