Allissa

The moon began to bleed gravely as it rose, and the whole north took on a new color with it.

The red had lived at the rim for so long that I had almost made peace with it. Then in the space of one evening it stopped waiting. It crawled inward off the edge in slow threads. The light that came down changed as it crawled, until the snow on the ridges went the color of watered wine and every shadow in the valley tinted in the wrong way. It was beautiful in the manner of things that should ...