Ouroboros Spine opening on the foam

the sunset paints the sky in the warm colors of the defiant dusk; tangerine orange, blood red, doubloon gold melding into the deep violent and midnight blue that streaks across the horizon; and though there is a grey haze from the cloying smoke that drifts upon the whispering winds lómëvása seeks a higher plane of the spine to starwatch.

the path is not worn and a covered with loose rocks and packed earth; but the fear of falling does not grip him.

to reach above the distanced smoke that covers the land like gauzy tulle was worth the short ( and perhaps treacherous ) climb. across the way, he can see the terrace reflecting pale imitations of the domineering dusk; but it does not hold his attention for long.

stars begin to wink in and out of existence, shooting across the sky with elegant tails that draw from him a small flame of envy that burns in his chest.