Deviation Actions
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‘…(This world) involves vast, open tracts of weathered concrete, the tops of massive structures raised by founders when they made landfall with forgotten verve. Their glinting starships filled the night sky; the seas were calmer then, and one fancied the weather’s capricious might would be quelled in time by great engines later waves of humanity seemed destined to bring.
‘A dozen generations have passed, and the colony is a backwater. Expansion has ceased, and tenements cling like barnacles to their fabricated continents. Superstorms rage all about and below the quailing population centres; the firmament is ever dour and gray, and the wan ecosystems painstakingly cultivated have for the most part been ripped clean off by shrieking winds.
‘There are times, though, when said winds drop to an unnerving calm. The sky lightens, birds titter, and the world takes stock. These gilded hours of gently rising mist are worth all the dread the rest can bring.’
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Value practice backlog.. Will prolly expand on this place (or similar) in future.. watch my gallery if you relate 
. Thanks for viewing.
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It really hurled me deep into the picture and let it come to life.
Though you kept it in grey, through what you wrote, I see it with an intense yellowish golden touch. I don't know if you ever experienced it, but sometimes during heavy summer storms there is also a calm and a misty sky, glowing in an intense yellowish almost eerie light, before the black wall of the storm itself strikes. It's almost like you can feel the electricity of the coming storm in the air, but with the calmness and the strange golden piercing ambience it is somewhat thrilling and soothing at the same time, like walking through a surreal dreamscape. Everything seems normal, yet there is a vibrant subliminal tension of expectation.
Taking a moment for a deep breath and relaxation before bracing oneself again for the hardships that follow.