Roaring. Air rushing through the bladed gauntlet, surely ending in amazing cataclysm, only to burst forth in confusion.
Lights below. Spanning into the coordinate plane. Blues and oranges. Miniature suns of microscopic systems. patterns making no patterns.
Clouds interspersed. As though the universe all at once wavered, blinked thinking of what it all may even be worth. Unknowing.
A new sea forms: white and continuous, gaseous yet opaque. An orange slice hangs above. Casting itself onto the second calm sea. Solid, flowing, and infinite.
Islands. The cinders of progress glow softly. stoked by the sweat of man has this fire slowly caught. Reaching out to one another to set the world ablaze.
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