Iām reminded of a passage from the science fiction short story āNoiseā, by Jack Vance:
I hear a throb of sound, plangent, plaintive; I turn my head. The east glows pale pearl. A silver globe floats up into the night like a lotus drifting on a lake: a great ball like six of Earthās full moons. Is this a sun, a satellite, a burnt-out star? What a freak of cosmology I have chanced upon!
The silver sunāI must call it a sun, although it casts a cool satin lightāmoves in an aureole like oyster-shell. Once again the color of the planet changes. The lake glistens like quicksilver, the trees are hammered metalā¦
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Date: 2024-05-02 01:55 am (UTC)I hear a throb of sound, plangent, plaintive; I turn my head. The east glows pale pearl. A silver globe floats up into the night like a lotus drifting on a lake: a great ball like six of Earthās full moons. Is this a sun, a satellite, a burnt-out star? What a freak of cosmology I have chanced upon!
The silver sunāI must call it a sun, although it casts a cool satin lightāmoves in an aureole like oyster-shell. Once again the color of the planet changes. The lake glistens like quicksilver, the trees are hammered metalā¦
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