Shadows would dance across the rich, deserted expanse as the Ra's presence would deplete across the horizon. Sunset's were always a glorious site through Heliohapt, especially due to the bright orange rays of light stretching across the atmosphere, before striking the golden sand of the surrounding deserts to sparkle with resonation with the soothingly passing winds. Thousands of citizens and travelers alike would sit atop terrace rooftops and balcony's gazing upon the horizon watching the sun take it's 12 hour descent. Yes, the sunsets of Heliohapt were truly a gift from the gods, or so they thought.
One individual in particular would gaze upon the blooming of starlight, golden iris's would fixate on each indivual floating space stone in hope that life meant more than meager jobs throughout the city. However, he would continue to walk toward the outskirts of Heliohapt as he made his way toward a job site for creating one of three walls surrounding the city. It would only take a mere minute to reach his destination, allowing his body to stand upon a wall newly built, but hardly finished. Placing his hand upon wet cement, his hands would lather the cement across a large portion of stone before whistling to his fellow workers.
"Let's go fella's, midnights the perfect time to get this done."
And with his last word spoken, the moon would awaken from her nocturnal slumber, allowing a heavnly white light to beam across the city allowing sight better than it just had initiated.
Wordcount: 262/500
One individual in particular would gaze upon the blooming of starlight, golden iris's would fixate on each indivual floating space stone in hope that life meant more than meager jobs throughout the city. However, he would continue to walk toward the outskirts of Heliohapt as he made his way toward a job site for creating one of three walls surrounding the city. It would only take a mere minute to reach his destination, allowing his body to stand upon a wall newly built, but hardly finished. Placing his hand upon wet cement, his hands would lather the cement across a large portion of stone before whistling to his fellow workers.
"Let's go fella's, midnights the perfect time to get this done."
And with his last word spoken, the moon would awaken from her nocturnal slumber, allowing a heavnly white light to beam across the city allowing sight better than it just had initiated.
Wordcount: 262/500