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Post by Foxfairy on Jul 28, 2010 1:20:23 GMT -5
A slow, soft light emerged from somewhere in the darkness; disembodied, almost eerie, it did not chase the shadows from the forest. Rather, it accentuated them, making them sharper, darker against the brilliance of this new dawn.
The air was fresh, heavy with dirt, the smell of wild things--grasses, reeds, and the gentlest perfume of flowers. But it seemed stagnant; there was no movement, no breeze, none of the sharp brokenness of bruised vegetation. It was quiet and anxious.
The light grew and expanded, it flooded the world, it became greater and more potent. It began to define itself, shining from an immense orb in the sky, first low, then climbing higher, inexorably, slowly and constantly, until it was high above the land below.
This was the first light of the first day. With a heaviness, a small group of creatures awoke, stiff and confused, and began to take in their new surroundings.
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