more imagery from the story based on my current writing!

"Roshim slips into a half-sleep. He becomes aware of Avalon
beside him, a yellow flame. He looks around the hall, and sees
pale flames burning over the heads of some of the people. The
tiny flames burn both up and down, like spindles of fire.

Roshim looks up, and the roof of the great hall disappears, and
above the blizzard the dome of the heavens presses down with
its chorus of stars, looming so close that Roshim feels he must
duck his head or be utterly crushed."

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