The skies are closing down all around us, eclipsing all the safe places. So we have found shelter in the shadows of titans as they press against the descent of the sun. The atmosphere melts away and the air crackles with hostile fingers, and we are delaying the inevitable down here. Let’s ride out this storm- let’s ride it out to our very ends. (at Hot Metal Bridge)
Peace one ruled where doom was birthed in sin. Even the great lands of Valyria could not withhold that which was wrought within. We seek sanctuary on shores made of glass, far from the reach of our fiery past. (at Emerald Art Glass)
We are headed for the sun. Spaceship to slingshot to slipspace. A bullet to save us all, fired from a gun in long need of repair. We might have missed the window, but what choice do we have? There is no tomorrow but what we discover beyond the rocks of nine. We are in tune. We are set to sail or fail. We are headed for the sun.
"Look to the east," he said, "with your backs against the night. This watch is soon at its end and we’ll pick up the trail to home once more." (at Hot Metal Bridge)
There and back, and back again. Can you feel the winds rush in? There was once a fire, a burning light for all our mire, but it seems to have exhaustingly perspired, much like the tubes in these rims and wheels. That cold howl you feel- it reverberates along the steel and shakes the frame. But don’t speak it’s name! It is colder when you let it loose. Much like a rope that becomes a noose.