Grian was working on the alleyway, forgetting about what had happened, or at least trying to.
Grian snapped out of his head. He had zoned out again. Stuck in his mind about yesterday, he just couldn't pay attention to his work. He decided it was no use, he flew down, and walked on the deepslate road.

Even though Grian was against it, he found himself at the observatory when the sun set.
He just had nothing else to do. He had sworn to not close his eyes for more then 2 seconds.
While he was waiting for the moon to rise, he noticed a peice of glass on the ground, not to far from reach.
I should probably pick that up, He thought, It's probably a hazard or something. He reached forward and grabbed it. Luckily, he didn't cut himself.
Just as he was about to put it in his inventory, he noticed his reflection in it, of course that would be normal but the way he was holding it reflected his wings too.
Had he grown a few gray feathers?
"Moon" A voice appeared out of no where.
Grian looked up, the moon was right above him. It hadn't grown so he didn't have to worry about measuring it.
Grian turned his attention back to the glass. He had grown gray feathers! He looked at his wings. This wasn't a hallucination, or a kind of lighting problem.
"Maybe it's just an old feather, hair turns usually turns gray as you get older right?" He reached it. When he pulled it out he flinched. Staring at the feather in his hand he shook his head and stood up.
"Look back"
Grian turned around. There wasn't anything.
"Wing"
"Oh." Grian responded to the voice, as if it was completely normal to respond to yourself. He looked at where he had pulled the feather. The surrounding area had turned gray as well!
The ground shook, it was more powerful then the normal earthquakes. Grian fell back, and hit his head hard on the observatory wall.
He tensed.
"That hurt"
Grian didn't realize his eyes were closed, he opened them immediately. He was standing in the villager trading center in his base. Multiple gray feathers in his hand. He looked up and he saw himself in the reflection of a mirror.
He was shocked, he didn't move. He blinked and more feathers appeared in his hand.
Grian heard laughing, the voices were laughing. Maybe he didn't like this anymore, this was getting a little concerning.
Grian realized, he was laughing too.