On a foreign world, long ago, at the middle of night. The suns shined despite the hour, two on either horizon, one red, one yellow. On this planet, they had a myth of a god who could derive power in one sun, and die in the other. The stories of that myth were hard to come by in their original form. Still, under both suns you could find them, moving for the delight and consumption of its people.
The suns rarely sunk beneath the horizon, and no matter what, for the charred dark surface, you could see one of them, jealously watching the other to make sure it made no move it could not imitate and try its own corona at. The people of this
Lack a Silver Lining
By Andrew T. Hurd
Chapter 1: Apricot Tea
There was a sense of regret on each face, the city was depressed. Between rain, and what felt real. Seth pushed his glasses up his nose as he walked through downtown’s thick November fog, the grease and grime were highlighted in the twilight weather. He walked through the middle of the street in an uncaring fashion. The streets were almost to narrow for cars to drive through with the size they had reached. The skies ruptured spitting their seed to the earth, and bathing it in the oil and grime that had become of the land. Seth looked up to the sky, arms spread and said