A soft, thick mist hangs between the towers like a web blanket slowly lifting off the riverbanks. The sky is turned on like a bulb covered by a translucent screen. Light dosn't stream through, but is caught, dampened, clouded, and released with trimmed edges.
Pulled away from the just waking ground below, and lifted as it bunched together and suddenly was transformed into water that fell back down, that blanket became a process. The rain fell an entire day. There was no sun.
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