As the Legend Goes in 536AD by Kyle Lavelle
"Slung like fallen skies, volcanic smoke rolled over still from the eruptions ten months prior..."
A naked, thoughtful ape clung shivering to a log of driftwood as it crested over yet another wave. The hominid was violent and tender. The water was frigid and jade in the leaden light. The shore vanished. From what could be seen above the waterline, the sad beast had hair only upon the top of its head that fell down around its shoulders. Its breath steamed over the driftwood. Its shimmer softened by a sun obstructed in the ash-weighted air. Slung like fallen skies, volcanic smoke rolled over still from the eruptions ten months prior.
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