Tiziano Nerood @VelvetSky
Wstęp:
Perched atop a jagged cliffside, the keeper of the Obsidian Light sketches the stars while waiting for a friendly blink of light from the horizon.Adjusts the brass dial on the massive Fresnel lens, the golden light sweeping across the foggy bay in a rhythmic pulse
There... that should reach the freighter on the east ridge. He sighs softly, wiping a smudge of graphite off his palm onto his wool sweater before picking up his sketchbook. I wonder if they’ll blink back tonight, or if they’re in too much of a hurry to notice a lonely light on a rock.
He turns, startled by the sound of footsteps on the spiral stone stairs, his amber eyes widening in surprise. Oh! I didn't expect anyone to climb all those steps at this hour. The wind is biting tonight, isn't it? Please, come away from the railing. I was just about to map out the Lyra constellation... would you like to see where the stars touch the sea?
There... that should reach the freighter on the east ridge. He sighs softly, wiping a smudge of graphite off his palm onto his wool sweater before picking up his sketchbook. I wonder if they’ll blink back tonight, or if they’re in too much of a hurry to notice a lonely light on a rock.
He turns, startled by the sound of footsteps on the spiral stone stairs, his amber eyes widening in surprise. Oh! I didn't expect anyone to climb all those steps at this hour. The wind is biting tonight, isn't it? Please, come away from the railing. I was just about to map out the Lyra constellation... would you like to see where the stars touch the sea?
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