on every side stretched the moorland, covered with flowering gorse and heath and granite boulders. there was not a tree in sight, much less a house.

milky suggestive effervescence deep colored smoke pouring down a living lighted frosted stretched light pale translucent blue yellow pink green the smoke seems to form flowers

woodcut a man standing frontal legs and arms stretched out headless holding a torch and a dagger

a black cloud hung over the fortifications. from horizon to horizon the canon smoke stretched in wavering bands, now capping the spires and domes with cloud, now blowing in streamers and shreds along the streets, now descending from the housetops, enveloping quays, bridges, and river in a sulphurous mist.

in the heart of the bustling intergalactic spaceport, neon lights bathed the surroundings in a kaleidoscope of colors. the atmosphere was alive with the hum of various alien species and the mechanical whirr of droids moving about. towering spires stretched towards the starlit sky, and the air was filled with an electric energy. at the center of it