The golden sphere peeked shyly from the horizon, flooding the once brightness that engulfed Island, into one flooded with the warmth of yellow and oranges which had intertwined into a harmony of bronze. Eerie of the Island was clear for any peering eyes and ambiguous adventurous willing to venture out to the aground.
The sky had turned into all shades of blue, the darker of the spectrum soon catching up amongst the purples, pinks, and oranges that had settled under the sun’s hue. Clouds of all shapes and sizes, clouds that shared the same fragile display, had been separated from one another, some fading into nothing more than a smoke’s illusion of the iris. Sky stretched far out, miles and miles further he could see the upcoming darkness down south, but for now, all he saw was the sun glowing the clouds that had stood in front, all he smelt was the musk of the sea and all he tasted was the saltiness impending from it.
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A briny aroma filled the air once you step close the sea, an odd warmth to flesh as the sea and skin made feathering contact. From far, the water seemed to glisten, shimmer and sparkle in all its glory, but once you’re close enough you can feel the transparent liquid that would leave a thin film to the skin once you pulled away from the water. The closer he got, the clearer his reflection had become, the brown and red paint that adorned the ivory skin that had sunken to bones, was slowly peeling off, the thin figure barely covered and lost hope darkening in those hazel