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| Spun wind, solidifying in thin strands of spiraling, hang unattached. Motionless. Other wind tears through, holding a musical note. Note descends pitch as wind slows, raises as quickens. Greenish glint sprays forth from the strands while mucky ever-haze illuminates from behind. Constantly dusk. A conglomerate of fungoid particles arise and descend without winds' consent and the green gets lighter toward horizon, darker if you were to gaze upwardly. Insects in flight land on the particles and proceed with their shrill calls from pedestals in motion. Their sounds harmonize perfectly with the calls of fossilized wind and the tandem seem to be beckoning. Thick mud ornamented with flourescent lichen provides means to a horizon, but blends almost unnoticably with the softly brighter, lower light. A force from under the mud starts to stir in slow, ancient movements. As it eventually nears surface and rests, noticable rythmic undulation occurs, revealing breathing of sorts. Once more the force struggles and with a great spine curling, appears an enormous golden snout atop the multi-flourescence. Snout of gold rises and golden feet pedal out a large, slender golden shaft of body. A non-chalant look is cemented on the sleepy, half-smiling face of a giant, shimmering golden salamander lying in neon, showcased by various dull greens and ghost vines of chirping insects. The thin, clear strands are too happy to reflect a little bit of gold, in their spray of greens.. |
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