Vast tracts of nothingness in a nebulous region of hobby space...
Cool. Thanks for the link.
I want to be a parameteorologist when I grow up.
Not sure I want to be a necrotheologist, but it's never sounded so interesting.
That was fun, thanks for linking.
Yours is beautifully done too.We're on the same wavelength to some degree because I've been pondering mirages as phenomena caused by advanced temporal tech on Hogintu.I haven't decided which way I'll go with that yet, but the story of Mr Keskin shows how evocative an idea it can be.
I've always liked the idea of just stepping into a mirage. The German author Walter Moers has a more whimsical approach than both of us and featured an entire city fata morgana (Anagrom Ataf) in his Captain Bluebear novel. It's captured by melting the sugary sand of the Sweet Desert and glueing it down (yeah, the book is kind of weird, but I like it).
I read the summary and without a doubt it sounds like my kind of story - another solid recommendation.
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