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Title: A Meditation Upon the Dawn, by Lan Xichen
Author: Galadhir
Word Count/Drabble Type: 100 words
Character(s)/Ship(s): Lan Xichen/Jin Guangyao (remembered)
Rating/Warnings: None
Summary: Lan Xichen stands at the doorway of his seclusion and muses about the sunrise in Cloud Recesses
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Where there are no shadows one may attain a kind of snow blindness. Light, in its perfection, robs the eyes of sight, even as the tomb, closing, blots out all hopes, thoughts and dreams.
Early morning. I stand by my half open door and look out at the sunrise. There, at the horizon, night and day are co-mingled in glory. A burst of gold more splendid than any Jin-created tower. A colourless dew-drop coruscates upon the water-weighted pine. I step forward, exaltation kindling in my heart.
And then the clouds return.
In mist too there is a kind of blindness.
Author: Galadhir
Word Count/Drabble Type: 100 words
Character(s)/Ship(s): Lan Xichen/Jin Guangyao (remembered)
Rating/Warnings: None
Summary: Lan Xichen stands at the doorway of his seclusion and muses about the sunrise in Cloud Recesses
~~~~
Where there are no shadows one may attain a kind of snow blindness. Light, in its perfection, robs the eyes of sight, even as the tomb, closing, blots out all hopes, thoughts and dreams.
Early morning. I stand by my half open door and look out at the sunrise. There, at the horizon, night and day are co-mingled in glory. A burst of gold more splendid than any Jin-created tower. A colourless dew-drop coruscates upon the water-weighted pine. I step forward, exaltation kindling in my heart.
And then the clouds return.
In mist too there is a kind of blindness.
