Even Stars Die

Above the ecumenopolis of the galaxy, ships orbited in a seemingly peaceful dance across the exospheric currents. Stars glittered like cold diamonds, inhibited by the yellow glare of the nearby sun. Below, the surface of the planet was starkly clear, a complex interplay of molten lights and the glint of polished chrome.
In the crystal silence [...]

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The Crossroads of Night

A man stands upon the crossroads of night.Only one path leads to the vales of light.He exists in encapsulated fright.He knows there is no way out, even flight.
A signboard, hoist’d on a metal pikeGives some advice that offers no insightof taken paths that are, in essence, rightThe man will not give up without a fight.
The [...]

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Dreaming Spires

I have always wondered at their wizardy. Of how a mundane collection of pixels can be transmuted into a world. Would it be that I stood on that platform, encircled by chrome and the noise of passing aircars. Would it be that the cool air of a metropolitan world brushed past my face, billowing out [...]

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Chrome Edifices

And with the darkening of the lights in that great hall it begins and ends. I have just watched the Big One. Yes, the one where red sabers ignite to the chilling reveberations of the Imperial March, where black helmet descends upon a scarred face to signal the birth of one of the most famous [...]

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Penned in by Mountains

America from the air is huge. The horizon stretches as far as the eyes can see until land, cloud and sky merge into a seamless whole. Great billowing clouds travel in a majestic and neverending dance across the skies. The sun is especially striking. The golden disc of Sol shines brilliantly down from the rarefied [...]

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Impressions of a Glass Wall

Standing by the window at Narita, gazing at the clear blue sky, with planes in it. The cold, sleek, antiseptic walls hold back the gritty reality of dirt-marked trucks and rust-spotted machinery going about their enigmatic business outside. You can just hear the excited whispers from the child near you, as he traces is finger [...]

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Bleak Resonances

And so the first murmurings rise forth from the common fold. A bleak cast settles over the noontime sky, a lazy tyrant’s hand. But the shafts of semi-coherent light that punch through the clouds, God’s palette, are ever more the stronger for their sheer penetration.
That was a description of the weather, by the way.
So it [...]

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