Byron followed her out and froze at the dusk, the glass city, the trees around.
Not New York, then.
Somehow traveling through time had seemed the merest bit of fascination, but this? Nowhere on earth could that quality of light exist. Nowhere had he seen a city built of this glass. Never had he even heard of black flowers created by nautre.
"It's..." The hurt from before still lingered, but he was a poet, and this was beauty and hurt mattered nothing compared to this. "I've never seen anything so breathtaking."
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Date: 2006-10-20 06:36 pm (UTC)Not New York, then.
Somehow traveling through time had seemed the merest bit of fascination, but this? Nowhere on earth could that quality of light exist. Nowhere had he seen a city built of this glass. Never had he even heard of black flowers created by nautre.
"It's..." The hurt from before still lingered, but he was a poet, and this was beauty and hurt mattered nothing compared to this. "I've never seen anything so breathtaking."