The Lovers Part 2 In the evenings, as they sat on their terrace, sated and langorous with food and wine, they gazed upon dizzying chasms and piled up, shadowy mountains, garlanded with the fairy lights of far-flung villages. Toy villages, strewn by a fractious giant’s hand: bone white and ethereal in the light from stars so bright that they stung the eye like a welding arc. They watched the moon stealing over a peak – a moon such as they had never seen before. Seen through the clear mountain... Sign in to see full entry.