Light
073: Light
The days are brighter in the Dreaming, and the nights darker. Bright and distant, the sun set every leaf to glowing; it turned the lakes to polished mirrors and the streams to quicksilver. The sunrises were marvels, unrivaled except for sunsets. The sky was twice stained with gold and orange and pink, watercolors splashed across the page to shine then fade away. They were never the same, and each was better than the last. Miracles were bookends for the day.
The moon was fickle as ever, white and silver in her favor and sometimes willing to smile on the path. Stars fill the sky like the scattered dots of a pointillism rainbow, white and blue and red against never-black canvas. Rare was the night so dark that the way was unclear.
Sometimes the very plants were luminescent, fragile flowers glowing in the shadows and forests to tempt the curious and unwary. They would nod and sway in the wind, their glow bringing a blush to their neighbors. A multitude of animals had their own light as well, their displays a delight for any lucky enough to see them.
The Dreaming was never without light, but she could see it fading.
The days are brighter in the Dreaming, and the nights darker. Bright and distant, the sun set every leaf to glowing; it turned the lakes to polished mirrors and the streams to quicksilver. The sunrises were marvels, unrivaled except for sunsets. The sky was twice stained with gold and orange and pink, watercolors splashed across the page to shine then fade away. They were never the same, and each was better than the last. Miracles were bookends for the day.
The moon was fickle as ever, white and silver in her favor and sometimes willing to smile on the path. Stars fill the sky like the scattered dots of a pointillism rainbow, white and blue and red against never-black canvas. Rare was the night so dark that the way was unclear.
Sometimes the very plants were luminescent, fragile flowers glowing in the shadows and forests to tempt the curious and unwary. They would nod and sway in the wind, their glow bringing a blush to their neighbors. A multitude of animals had their own light as well, their displays a delight for any lucky enough to see them.
The Dreaming was never without light, but she could see it fading.