Post by Starke on Aug 28, 2006 20:47:06 GMT -5
The birds twittered, the sun almost touching the horizon. The sky was splashed with gold and light blue clouds were dotting the canvas. Red gradually seeped into the picture, like one of the Gods cut the skin of the sky, making it bleed. The blue was evacuated, almost gone. Even the clouds were almost fully red- and- gold colors. The sky blue had been melted out of it. The ocean waves were settling down, but would come roaring up the shore, rising as night dawned upon Juskit. The ocean salt was in the air. Seagulls were making the sounds they make as they soared overhead, their feathered wings seldom flapping. The yellow-green grass was swaying in the almost non-exsistant breeze that slid over the less-than-glassy surface of the ocean. Everywhere, every nook and cranny, appeared to be empty, without anyone near,
