The Conservatory Lights
The Conservatory Lights
In one of the most faroff, isolated corners of the Conservatory sits a land full of ice and snow and mountains that tower over the land and touch the hazy lattice work dome above, dotted in sky and stars. This is a place that rarely knows sunshine- but the light most precious for this place, is of an extraordinary, and beautiful glow.
Lights paint these skies, dancing and twisting in a million hues and shapes, and casting their glow down among the snow-ridden lands beneath.
Esks of all shapes and sizes, and from all walks of life brave the icy tundra just for a look. They gather between the aurora and watch it sway and move above them, the colors reflecting in their eyes and their souls filling with an odd, and yet comforting warmth at the show.
Have you too come to watch these lights, like all the rest?
In one of the most faroff, isolated corners of the Conservatory sits a land full of ice and snow and mountains that tower over the land and touch the hazy lattice work dome above, dotted in sky and stars. This is a place that rarely knows sunshine- but the light most precious for this place, is of an extraordinary, and beautiful glow.
Lights paint these skies, dancing and twisting in a million hues and shapes, and casting their glow down among the snow-ridden lands beneath.
Esks of all shapes and sizes, and from all walks of life brave the icy tundra just for a look. They gather between the aurora and watch it sway and move above them, the colors reflecting in their eyes and their souls filling with an odd, and yet comforting warmth at the show.
Have you too come to watch these lights, like all the rest?