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[icarus_chained]

White

The room was white, warm and open and full of soft shadows. He lay by the window, his pale hands spread like silver tracery over the sheets, his head sinking into the white softness. His eyes were half-closed, a mere suggestion of awareness as he watched the silver-grey shadows of the leaves as they danced on the wall. The wind outside was a hollow, gentle whistling, reminding him of the world beyond the window at his back, reminding him of the phantom, white-gold sun that glowed in grey, pearlescent skies. His world was quiet, colourless, a place of waiting for some fiercer thing, some new and pristine glory.

He smiled, and let his eyes slip gently closed. It could wait.