The trees were black silhouettes against the rising dawn. That seemed fitting really, all the world within her reach was flat, like children’s cut outs. While the world beyond her, the heavens, were abloom with gradients from rose to indigo.
The trees were black silhouettes against the rising dawn. That seemed fitting really, all the world within her reach was flat, like children’s cut outs. While the world beyond her, the heavens, were abloom with gradients from rose to indigo.
