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The Rust Garden (A setting in one of my stories)
7 years ago
The wind flaking away at the rusty layer of the metal canopy. Pieces breaking into a finer dust as they hit the ground. Occasional rusted water running down, and trickling across derelict machinery. Rare chances of whatever is left in them seeping out, and mingling with the rusty soil. It has been this way for ages.
Now notice the curiosity protruding from the rust on the ground. It is thin, and wiry; looking much like a flower, a lotus. Surely someone just put it there, but wait...! There are more, and they have taken root! Look again at the metal column to your left. Wood? No, it can't be; however, there is no mistaking its bark. This metal tree, this Rusted Elm growing numerous in the area. A tight cluster not too far from the western border, where strange Ivy spans to and from; taking on the form of a grate here, and there. Patches of Dust Daisies grows out through water tanks; their petals grey and crinkled. Dark Roses of a dark shade of crimson with onyx spots grow with their thick, tangled branches amongst the abandoned mining equipment. Giving shelter to the Wispy Clover; so frail, and flimsy that a slight gust of wind could uproot them. Green and golden blooms lines what appears to be computer towers, monitors, and unwanted servers; the lines of their circuitry making the patterns on their petals.
Ah, but the true gem of the garden grows nearer the center. And fortunate are we to be here as the sun rises; such is the time they bloom again each and every day. The sunlight makes the rusty soil glitter with the shards, and slivers of glass. The bush's branches and stems, seemingly to lithe to hold the blooms, sway in the growing warmth. The blooms themselves point open to the sky, and their petals are a dark rainbow palette. They open, and the petals lighten; nearing perfect transparency as they approach full bloom. The petals fall down to cover the bulbs that connect them to their stems; forming their bell shape that gives this flower its name. The Glass Bells do not chime, but the wind whistles through them to make up for this.
Now notice the curiosity protruding from the rust on the ground. It is thin, and wiry; looking much like a flower, a lotus. Surely someone just put it there, but wait...! There are more, and they have taken root! Look again at the metal column to your left. Wood? No, it can't be; however, there is no mistaking its bark. This metal tree, this Rusted Elm growing numerous in the area. A tight cluster not too far from the western border, where strange Ivy spans to and from; taking on the form of a grate here, and there. Patches of Dust Daisies grows out through water tanks; their petals grey and crinkled. Dark Roses of a dark shade of crimson with onyx spots grow with their thick, tangled branches amongst the abandoned mining equipment. Giving shelter to the Wispy Clover; so frail, and flimsy that a slight gust of wind could uproot them. Green and golden blooms lines what appears to be computer towers, monitors, and unwanted servers; the lines of their circuitry making the patterns on their petals.
Ah, but the true gem of the garden grows nearer the center. And fortunate are we to be here as the sun rises; such is the time they bloom again each and every day. The sunlight makes the rusty soil glitter with the shards, and slivers of glass. The bush's branches and stems, seemingly to lithe to hold the blooms, sway in the growing warmth. The blooms themselves point open to the sky, and their petals are a dark rainbow palette. They open, and the petals lighten; nearing perfect transparency as they approach full bloom. The petals fall down to cover the bulbs that connect them to their stems; forming their bell shape that gives this flower its name. The Glass Bells do not chime, but the wind whistles through them to make up for this.
