Chapter Eighteen
The early morning glow sparkled on the glass in a way I’d never seen at night, bathing Bloom Dome in a warm golden gleam that made it look more like a fairytale forest than ever. I cut away from the path to the stairs, stepping over flowerbeds and weaving between trees to reach the glass.
Far below the domes, mist covered the forest and crept up the mountainsides. The sun had risen over the peaks to the east, but the angle of the light left shadows on the faraway slopes that made them look sharp and daring, like they were sentinels guarding the Arcadia Domes instead of massive mounds of rock locking me away from the world.
There was no hint that anyone outside the glass existed. For a moment, I didn’t mind the isolation.
The early morning offered peace and solitude.
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