/lit/ - Literature

The dormant cerulean seaway stretched itself ahead of the plots of land, huge peninsulas of rich, bountiful swathes of green. The sky above had a muted ghostly azure that encompassed the mountains at the distance in an etheral mist of ambiguous presentations, seeping in slowly as if to eventually entirely swallow them into its fog. Here, on the land, there were watercolors of flowers of all varieties and pigments, painting a kaleidoscope of many different shades and hues. Fuschia flowers that painted the green canvas in horizontal thick brushtrokes, contrasting somewhat with other hot pink ones, used sparingly in the landscape, grouped into little bunches or bushes. Some of the red flowers were of a blood red yet blushing hue, a plush, pinkish sangria, while others were of a salmon-inclined scarlett that responded to the sunlight by transforming to a coral shade that gave the impression of delicately painted auric contours at the edges of its petals. Little round white flowers, like floating ivory particles, twinkling little sparkles of shining snowflakes floated atop the bushes upon which they grew. The grass, all around, and the leaves of the shrubs gleamed in the bright chartreuse of a sun-blasted transparency of an emerald.

>>15267319
>looked it up
>it IS

Holy fucking shit