Yet its absolute beauty can send mystifying chills down the spine.
It’s been a while since I last caught sight of this vista… the edge of the world, the edge of forever. The remnants of what is left of Earth.
Vapors rise from the ground. Humidity moistens my skin and within seconds streaks of sweat trail down my brow.
The sky outside the small hunch of atmosphere smolders in a red tint of natural gases exploding with fumes of expanding orange, red, and black clouds. It’s a constant storm, and the lightning that once shot in bursts of blue and white, are now red and black.
I fall on my knees and dig my hands into the rich soil
What is a Rever?
A Rever is a small piece of unaltered atmosphere. The sky is seen in its natural blue color, the clouds the same tint of white… but precipitation is scarce, and rain is no longer considered rain at all.
The truth is science can’t define nature, because nature has a mind of its own... and I learned that the hard way.
I sigh. I can’t say any more. Answers to my own questions still leave me with a never-ending spree of more questions. All I can… I cringe and shake my head… all I can hope for is a steady conclusion to Thomas’s plan. My children and my life are in his hands now… I can only trust in him to protrude my vision.