Fantasy Aesthetics: East Of The Sun, West Of The Moon

October At Last!!!

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Ocean Fire. Photograph by Neil Krug.

First Ice

The early light of dawn illuminates ice forming at the edge of this pond in Vermont. Caught after a frigid mid-November night, the ice is some of winter’s first. The interface between seasons reflects the interface in water phases. (Image credit: A. Raeder; via CUPOTY) Read the full article

”Crowww stop being so emotional over every minuscule Sephiroth detail alre—” I REFUSE.

I just can’t believe they added this detail of him being struck by Nibelheim’s natural beauty. He had never seen anywhere so picturesque before.

And it was his hometown. He didn’t even know that he was smitten with the beauty of his own hometown.

Chapter 7 is up!!

They're more and less comfortable together now.

For some time they proceed as they were before, because that’s what feels simplest in the plain light of day.

Sephiroth’s understanding of where to go has become more nuanced since his ordeal, and he leads them with purpose.

He hears whispers, sees flashes of other lives lived in these lands as they pass through. Insubstantial farmers waking with the dawn and working until the sun is high; ghostly hunters stalking their prey at dusk; a robed group of nomads from long, long ago whose apparitions sing their way through the landscape each night with twinkling viridian flecks swirling around them like dust motes.

The hills here are gentle and covered alternately with kaleidoscopic floral expanses and long, yellowed, rusty-dry waving grass that looks soft from far away but whips and prickles if you reach for it as you walk.

As they carve their long parallel paths towards the horizon, twin memories of the silvery twilight forest and the amber-gold afternoon meadow simmer under their skin and flash unbidden in their minds.