[Aureus Moonrise]: 708.August-Famous First Lines

The edges of things are what fascinate him; the change of a season, the seashore, the first hint of light at dawn. He sways at the carrying ringing of bells, the first hint of a breeze, the calm before the storm, but most of all, the thing that captures his heart the most is the Twilight. The time when the edges of the sun’s rays and the wisps of the glow of night shine together.

Twilight is the most magical time of the 24-hour day. So much change happens. The day birds begin to quiet and a soft lull arises from the night birds. Bats and moths awake. Fire flies begin their glowing dances and crickets start to sing.

The sky is in a constant flux of colour from one second to the next. The bright glowing orange softens into a blushing pink. Pink changes into a soft purple that floods the sky. Then, slowly at first, stars begin to twinkle into view. Then more and more come and the sky darkens into cerulean on the edges of the Earth. Overhead, a thick dark blue hangs where the arms of the Milky Way appear.

Slowly, so artfully that you hardly notice it, the beautiful cerulean also fades. Just small puffs of cloud and the dazzling light of the winking stars break the deep black-blue sky.

This sight filled his eyes so many nights before. He’d been there, among their beauty. He’d soared so high that they blazed around him. He’d been there, so high up and the world so many kliks below. He’d conquered the stars. It was a new night, a new durst.

He sat, now, at the edge of a cliff, his favourite spot in all the planet. Below him are cataracts, rapids, and waterfalls all glowing white-blue in the moonlight. He looked down at where the river and ocean meet in a raging frenzy. A smile curled on his lips. Mist, almost air, almost water, rose up into his nostrils. He breathed, feeling adrenaline sing through every limb in his body. His heart pulsed.

His limbs twitched in excitement as he readied himself. He looked down into this splendor, letting the rumbling water fill his hears and body with wildness. His blood rushed through his veins as the water below him coursed down the waterfalls. His nerves kicked in anticipation. Swift wind swept passed him, prickling the hair on his skin. The world was perfect, nothing was certain, and nothing uncertain. It was loud and uncalm, leaving no silence to break the chaos. Counting his stars, he spread his feathery wings and took flight.