The light.

The light.

Tiris couldn’t shut it out, as much as he wanted to slam his eyes shut and sink away from the pain and into darkness. But it was no use; before such radiance his eyelids were useless. He opened them, wincing as his pupils slammed shut.

Days and cold sunlight had been lengthening throughout the trek, but now the noon sun hung, suspended. It was at the center of a great halo, a rainbow ring, with a blazing sun of its own at each of the four corners.

And looming, behind it all…? Perhaps, just perhaps, the suggestion of a luminous moon, a crater-pocked landscape upon which perched immortal Vloles and the end of his journey.

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