Iridian
Dain murmured quietly, hovering a few feet away.
I could tell he was giving me a moment to soak everything in, but it would take hours to scour every detail and absorb the beauty of it all.
The sky was a canvas of watercolor paints, each one bleeding into the next. From this high up, I could see how they shifted and morphed, growing lighter with each passing moment, readying the sky for the brilliance of the sun. Blues and violets bled into oranges and yellows. The transition shouldn’t have been so seamless, but it was.
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