In the dense atmosphere of Venus, beneath a bronze sky, on a floating fortress left behind from the wars of a distant past, a lone man walked towards his destination. He crossed the hallways speaking quietly to himself, leaving behind a lingering echo. “It’s not right. It’s not right. It’s not right.” He had been…
Month: August 2016
The Man Who Hated the Night
The sky glowed a bright orange. A long cloud drifted in the distance, near the horizon, painted red. Wind blew across the lands and lifted from the ground dirt, and dry leaves, and a few long strands of hair. A man was sitting, leaning on a boulder, outside his small flaking house. It was the…