Transition

The darkness that he entered this time was deep, and lit by a single star, and it was final.

The tree was gone, and the world was gone, and the morning-gray sky above him was gone. The sky was now the color of midnight. There was a single cold star shining high above him, a blazing, twinkling light, and nothing else.

(Neil Gaiman, American Gods, Chapter 15/16)

... indicative of my mood of late, I guess, only just happens that I'm re-reading that book at the moment and the quote seemed fitting. This actually turned out far more vibrant than expected. And completely different than envisioned, but at least it's something to upload instead of discarding every single other thing. -_-

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