1 September 2012
Giant orange spires rise and coil from their emerald bases far below. Their surfaces glint; shattering the sunlight in a million pieces.
Here in the sky - amongst the glittering orange spires, dragons fly.
Great green wings spread wide in the thin air. A breath of fire rolls across in the high altitude, not carrying much weight in the lack of oxygen.
It is the beast's roar that shakes the sky - no mere height can contain it's strength.
The emerald dragon banks, coming into land on a spire with a thud.
The spirals strike heavenwards out from the thick, white-grey cloud blanket below. The darkness under the clouds is rarely illuminated, and thus is a damp, unexplored world.
Today the sky above is clear crystal blue and the cloud bank is calm. The hidden darkness below does not trouble us above.
Cloud Plains • Opuss № I