Droplets
of sulfur rested on black trees. The air was light, and to get a good
breath,you really had to struggle. But people survived. It was day
two, and the eternal night was gone. Now, they had a good long day
ahead. Many of them would make it through, and in good health, too.
But their science couldn't keep them all around. They were half an
hour through through and Phil was fourteen minutes old; by no means
the first.
The
arid dirt whipped itself up into a dust devil behind him. Dark yellow
dirt filled the soles of his shoes as he walked. He wasn't going
anywhere in particular; just wandering. There where many places yet
to be discovered and explored. Phil fit a mask over his face, so that
he could get more air and go a little faster. He jumped into a canyon
in a dusty cloud of dirt, and landed softly. There were no trees
here; this place hadn't yet been reached.
The
sinuous, contorted shapes of the rocks had a certain wonder about
them that he didn't want muffled by trees. But that wasn't for him to
decide. Yet. He scrambled up a large stone without any fear of
falling. The landscape was filled with huge, smooth mountains and
sharp dips. Also trees, in places. Yellow was the color that
dominated. Dark, smooth yellow. People said it was a calming color.
The houses were everywhere. They were made to blend in though, so
they didn't stand out. There was enough atmosphere above for a light
purple sky.
Very descriptive and cleverly written.
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