The two-kilometer-high Prophet's Tower is luminous, like a bloody lance;
the Prophet's words are black on a white wall;
outside the darkened city, camp fires stretch to the horizon;
the two moons, six and eight times as large as Luna, are haloed by ice crystals;
their light illuminates the plains and the two rivers;
the double-banded planetary rings bridge the southern sky with rainbows;
the moons and rings are so bright that varyak riders need no headlights;
every second, meteors enter the atmosphere;
Flandry on a balcony takes minutes to realize that he is cold.
1 comment:
Kaor, Paul!
A chillingly, austerely beautiful description!
Sean
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