Down on the horizon, thunderstorms cloud the sky. But the sea is fresh, and the air has taken on that orange hue.
It's just a perfect day.
Korhos is setting. Its outer halo burns with no warmth. Loud waves splash on the sand half a dozen meters from your feet. The deep blue of the ocean steals a bit of the sky's orange glow.
The morning is brilliant.
You can see Uncle Oren here.
From the south, a thunderstorm is approaching.
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