“Bianca Nazario stands at the end of the world. The firmament above is as blue as the summer skies of her childhood, mirrored in the waters of la caldera; but where the skies she remembers were bounded by mountains, here on Sky there is no horizon, only a line of white cloud.” WorldEndsRememberWaterLinesWhiteSkyChildhoodMountainSummerBlueCloudsHorizonEnd Of The WorldFirmamentWhite Clouds Author:David Moles
