Background Biru Langit Novels & Stories

The air here was different. It was so thick, so dense with pure spiritual energy it almost felt like a liquid. Breathing here was like trying to inhale thick honey; each pull was heavy, yet it simultaneously filled his lungs with an incredible vitality. He lifted his head and looked at the sky. And for the first time since he began his path of vengeance, he was truly stunned. The sky above was not blue, but a deep, dark violet, adorned with two moons—one large and pale silver, and the other smaller and an emerald green that emitted a dim glow.

Mom had asked, curious why my face was so close to the window and my eyes gazed at the sky, all sparkling. “The sky is so blue today,” I had said. “It’s beautiful.” Mom bent her head and looked up at the sky too. She chuckled. “It is beautiful, isn’t it?” she said. “It’s Prussian blue.” “Prussian blue?” I turned to look at her in question. She nodded. “That’s the name of that blue,” she said. “Prussian blue.” I smiled and returned my attention to the sky, my eyes gazing at the unique color.

NOW OLIVIA Tracy gazed at a band of white light over which sat a cluster of uncountable stars. As I ran my eyes down from the top, the dark blue tint altered into a dull purple. With descending height the hues kept on changing, from purple to a rose beige to the lightest shade of yellow. All of that sat over a dark tone of the blue-greyish background. The Milkyway band before our eyes walked as slow as a person stuck in quicksand.

The descent onto Aethelgard was a clinical marvel that defied the physics of the Milky Way. As the First Mother’s Breath broke through the nitrogen-rich atmosphere, the viewports were flooded with a spectrum of blues for which I had no name in my medical logs. This was a planet of liquid quartz oceans, vast, shimmering expanses that reflected the light of a triple-star system into a permanent azure haze. Floating islands of "Blue Fire" drifted above the waves, their undersides encrusted with glowing cerulean crystals that hummed at a frequency that drove my Tempered Heart to a steady, rhythmic sixty beats per minute.

He stopped in the middle of the field and turned towards me and smiled, “Go ahead, go into your light form.” I took a few steps back and focused then there I was in my light form. Only the color was different; it didn’t look white it looked a soft blue. I looked up at Xipher and frowned. “It is the atmosphere of this world. As you can see the sun is not only smaller, it is a different color as well, blue. That is why our sky is this shade of red. If you think this is something you should see our nights.” “Okay so the light is a different color here what else will I be expecting that will be different?”

The name describes a stretch of white land with pools of bluish water. For those who still remember, in the previous chapter, I told you that the Lion Royal Palace is Petra and the buildings around it are Cappadocia. Meanwhile, Hutan Biru Village was inspired by the houses of the Korowai tribe in Papua, Hallerbos in Belgium, and Namaqualand in Africa. The trees in the Human Beast World are inspired by Yosemite National Park with its giant Sequoia trees} ''This pool contains warm water, we can play in the water as much as we like,'' said Gavriel.

She surveyed the whole place in shock and fixated her gaze up the sky. Eh. Isn’t this another realm? Why does everything changed? Is it always like this? Hellion glanced at the man beside her and asked. “Hey, Its not like this before. Isn’t the sky purplish black why does it suddenly turned blue now?” Xegris just smiled at her and explained. “I want you to be more comfortable so I changed the ambience of the place. Do you like it?”

The soft blue and white color scheme invoked a sense of serenity, echoing the natural beauty of the mountains that surrounded us. Floor-to-ceiling windows offered a breathtaking view of the Blue Mountains, their peaks dusted with snow, standing tall and majestic against the clear sky. The sight was enough to take your breath away, the sheer beauty of nature laying claim to your senses, the tranquility seeping into your soul.

He disappeared moments later. She noticed that these glass slabs looked a bit different. They were dark blue as compared to the transparent white ones she had always traveled in. unable to resist the curiosity, she asked, Why were the glass slabs blue?” “ That is because Mr. Ben is an immortal. The secure glass passageways that are reserved especially for immortals are color-coded dark blue, madam.” She had still not lifted her head. “ Is there a problem, Naira?” “ No, madam.”

I digress. I love it here. The darkness. The stars. The endless, flat landscape of ice against the wash of the aurora, painting the sky in shades of emerald and pale pink every night… and day, in reality. It’s fall, a week before the official start of the semester, and already the sun has failed to rise for several days, barely poking above the horizon, giving off nothing more than what the locals call the “blue hour,” where the normally dark sky turns an impressive midnight blue before fading back to black.