Re: [ The Spiraling City, King's Year 197, midautumn ]
[Below, there's the gilt of stars, and stairs . . . and as he ascends, more stairs. But together, viewed from above, each layer of curling twists resolves into a pattern of leaves, the trunk of a tree . . . the curve of a bird's wing, frozen in mid flight.
A three-dimensional forest scene, outlined in fading gold.]