I give you a small excerpt from the final chapter of my novel, which I just went ahead and started writing because it's so epic. XD
To recieve total immersion, you should listen to this track while reading.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o_VYakh37E4EDIT: I switched the track. I thought this one was more fitting.
[[A black craft sailed sliently in the clouds of soot that now made up the upper troposphere.
It was not shaped like an traditional aircraft. An oval shaped hull that terminated into flatness in the rear, split down the middle by a rectangle rounded at the bow. Three large sickle-like wings adhorned the port, starboard and overhang of the craft.
The overhang wing seemed to possess some form of emitter array at it's terminating point.
Line patterns on the top and bottom of the craft revealed that it concealed items inside it's hull.
It was much to large to be an aircraft.
It transcended the definition of an aircraft by having the ability to fly amoungst the stars.
A small hemisphere made of a crystal-clear material stood in the midde of the top. A man and woman stood inside. Comfortable leather-memory foam couches lined the edge of the hemisphere.
The man wore a bucket hat. The woman could be called a 'high yella' in local dialect.
The man stood off to the side, allowing his hat to cast shadows over his face.
The woman remaked on how beautful the landscape used to be from the air. Well maintained cityscapes, farmlands, wooded areas.
The cities were more or less rubble, with a raging fire here and there. The farmlands and forests slowly became grey as the lack of sunlight slowly choked their life away.
The vibrant landscape of green and sky blue had converted to grey.
The woman placed her left hand against the glass as it became painfully clear that her place of birth was annihilated. She tossed her hair behind her shoulders.
When a star goes supernova, it will become a nebula. After decay and condensation, nebula gives birth to new stars, which will go through it's cycle, decay, swell up, and go supernova again.
The cycle repeats itself over time.
When a fruit is eaten, it's seeds are usually left behind. Finding conditions favorable, it will sprout, grow large, and produce it's own fruit for these new seeds to be transplanted by hungry creatures.
The cycle repeats itself over time.
The man eased himself from his train of thought as the woman made her way towards him.
Her bright clothing stood in stark contrast to the blackness of the ship and the greyness of the sky.
She said to him.
"Using human imaginination... anything is possible from the ashes."
The man's eye's widened in revalation. He placed his right hand over his heart and balled it into a fist. Energy blocks cleared away and some kundalini began to flow. He stepped forward and embraced the woman, wispering 'Thank you' into her ear.
The woman was slightly suprised and taken back at his reaction, but her tension eased as the mans body heat flowed over her.
Just over the curve of the earth, the clouds parted as far as the eye could see, and sunlight cast it's healing rays.
The ship headed in that direction.]]
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