Fugal Taiga

Region:
Red Xoros
Type:
Zone

The highlands of snow that holds the light of sunset, where ice spheres clinging to the fronds of evergreen trees seem to hum a melody, slow as glaciers, that only you could know, that which you hum to yourself in times of solitude, which you have never let pass your lips as sound. Light reflecting on ice is so curious, more akin to reflections on the sheen of an eye, or the curtain of a waterfall. You think on this when you notice your silhouette moving, distorted, across a shimmering surface.

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