Staggering Beauty 2 ^new^ < TOP >

From the chasm below, a structure was rising. Not built of stone or metal, but of what looked like frozen lightning and whalebone, woven with a substance that shimmered like oil on water. It unfolded in dimensions that made his eyes water, each new level more elaborate than the last, covered in galleries of coral and gardens of crystalline flora that pulsed with a soft, inner light.

This was "staggering beauty 2." He knew that was its name, the way you know a stranger’s name in a dream. The first version, he realized, had been the ocean itself—the original, breathtaking masterpiece. This was the sequel. The remix. The artist, some cosmic entity beyond comprehension, had looked at the blue planet and said, No, I can do better . staggering beauty 2

He climbed the spiral stairs, each step a protest from his aching knees. When he reached the lantern room, he understood the silence. From the chasm below, a structure was rising