Takes place the evening of June 30, 2017.
Happy National Meteor Watch Day, Blackfeather Woods!
Happy National Meteor Watch Day, Blackfeather Woods!
The end of the month was marked by what felt like a particularly early sunset. The sun seemed in a hurry to dip below the horizon, leaving in its wake a brilliant green flash, quick as an errant thought. The cloudless summer sky was a swirl of purples and blues; and when the waxing gibbous moon tiptoed up through the tenebrae, her light shone especially brightly.
Though the moon was still about a week shy of her full illumination, her unnatural luminescence and the pale cyan halo that appeared around her made it seem that she’d skipped ahead in the lunar cycle. Moondogs glimmered to life like a pair of symmetrical parentheses — and then, in scant trickles at first, the stars began to dance across the sky.
They came in ones and twos — trios and quartets, quintets and sextets — and then they lanced the darkness in the tens and twenties, filling the balmy summer night with kaleidoscopic light. The stelliferous light show was bound to last for a few days at least, but this was its brightest hour.
The dark, foreboding fortress of trees could not be fully illuminated; indeed, it seemed to swallow the light that arced overhead. The scintillating flickers that could penetrate the forest’s thick canopy were prismatic and eerie, dancing with the corpse lights of the Wispmother Grotto. At its center, the Nightcaller Temple was particularly breathtaking; the tombstone-like shapes that littered it were limned in silver light, as was the tall rock formation at its center. At times, stars seemed to disappear into the carvenstone bowl, alighting upon the rust-red stains of sacrifices past.
The otherworldly light show was perhaps most vivid in the Redgrove at the heart of the woods where the foliage was less dense, but not even the darkest reaches of the wood were untouched by the glittering natural phenomenon of the meteor shower.
Though the moon was still about a week shy of her full illumination, her unnatural luminescence and the pale cyan halo that appeared around her made it seem that she’d skipped ahead in the lunar cycle. Moondogs glimmered to life like a pair of symmetrical parentheses — and then, in scant trickles at first, the stars began to dance across the sky.
They came in ones and twos — trios and quartets, quintets and sextets — and then they lanced the darkness in the tens and twenties, filling the balmy summer night with kaleidoscopic light. The stelliferous light show was bound to last for a few days at least, but this was its brightest hour.
The dark, foreboding fortress of trees could not be fully illuminated; indeed, it seemed to swallow the light that arced overhead. The scintillating flickers that could penetrate the forest’s thick canopy were prismatic and eerie, dancing with the corpse lights of the Wispmother Grotto. At its center, the Nightcaller Temple was particularly breathtaking; the tombstone-like shapes that littered it were limned in silver light, as was the tall rock formation at its center. At times, stars seemed to disappear into the carvenstone bowl, alighting upon the rust-red stains of sacrifices past.
The otherworldly light show was perhaps most vivid in the Redgrove at the heart of the woods where the foliage was less dense, but not even the darkest reaches of the wood were untouched by the glittering natural phenomenon of the meteor shower.
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