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Post by Alex on Jun 12, 2009 23:06:30 GMT -8
Landscape
There's no sign of civilization; it doesn't matter which way you look. Trees start small, and grow into a towering, poisonous forest to one side. On the other they tapper off, smaller and smaller until they turn into rocky outcrops tufted with coarse grasses and sometimes even flowers. From the right angle you can't see the deep canyons that run like a spiderweb through the entire land. Life exists on small islands here, cut off by darkness and the roar of rushing water. It's hard to escape the sound of rivers; massive things, the rivers exist at the supposed bottom of the fissures.
The sky rolls past, a pale sapphire that turns to dappled indigo with the movement of the sun. Storm heads rumble in with a smell of damp. Teal and pregnant with rain, they let go of their load onto the sleeping landscape. When the sun dares to again peek it's eyes to the new day, it sees dewy life under a cloud laced sky.
Water condenses into droplets that send prisms of sunlight into the depths, illuminating the small squares cut in sequence into the pit....
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