above, the stars were unwinking, also constant. suns and worlds by the million. dizzying constellations, cold fire in every primary hue. as he watched, the sky washed from violet to ebony. the fire threw strange shadows as the devil grass burned its slow way down into new patterns β not ideograms but a straightforward crisscross vaguely frightening in its own no-nonsense surety.
— Sep 04, 2024 12:35PM
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