Unlike the darkness outside, the inside of the dome on the desolate white dwarf was far from being taken over by the same obscurity. If anything, it was a land of bright, gleaming color, a possessive beauty hidden by a dark veil. And in the middle of it all, was Lucas, not casual anymore, but sweaty and focused.
His skin gleamed with sweat as the multicolored lights shone on him, and his white hair danced softly with the currents that seemed made of lead. His hands were still moving, and his feet, still carving less shallow grooves by pushing away the dust of the hard crust.
