Whatever, Frank, just drop me off here.  Oh!  Hey, if your boss happens to see my three uncles, my barista, my last few crews or my Seven-Eleven porn dealer down there in hell with the rest of you, have him tell them that they all still owe me money.  Except Gabe. I still have his stuffed turtle.  I'll walk from here.

Absolutely love this - how could light radiate from a core...are the moons gaseous? aqueous?

Illuminated from above, the glade's thick pines swayed gently. Whispering through the branches and soft grasses, the breeze circled around a solitary seated figure. The coarse material of the dark robes which hugged his shoulders flapped with a downdraft and popped with a gale gust that pushed back his long hair, causing it to shine like black gossamer in the silver shafts of moonlight challenging the shadows of the coned canopy