Literature
Eclipse
Waxing
The sunrise was cool and bright that morning, the faint beams gradually melting away the last remnants of snow that remained from the previous night’s historic and magical blizzard. The birds were chirruping again in the trees, and the people of Old Corona were rising, ready for the day’s labor.
Varian, however, was oblivious to any of these mundane happenings. The lamp above his work space still bravely burned in the growing daylight, evidence of the sleepless night spent in obsessive experimentation. Dark circles rimmed his eyes underneath his goggles, but his face was set in stone.
“Okay, this time….itR