The Wistful Grid

a adăugat un sunet Literature

2026-08-19 05:38:52 -

The Wistful Grid

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a thick, grey curtain that smelled of wet stone and old iron, and I stood in the center of the grid, that vast, impossible lattice of light that stretched from the muddy earth to the sky which was not a sky but a ceiling of swirling clouds that never moved. I had been here for three days, or perhaps three centuries, time is a slippery thing...

0 Commentarii 0 Distribuiri 2 Views 0 previzualizare