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Levi watched as a few of the local Yimians danced to the wooden and percussive music while others clapped. Surrounding the spontaneously cobbled-together band were other Yimians holding children atop their shoulders, with barely audible babbling and short stubby fingers pointed high in the sky.
The Chavats weren’t here yet, but Levi shut the Old Language textbook he held in his small hands. He had hoped to complete his daily Yuchad by studying, performing a good deed for himself. But Levi found it nearly impossible to study on a festival holiday. He was was going to have to find an alternative opportunity elsewhere before the day was over.
It was Tzaf Mayim’s biennial Elhyim Asefah, also known as the Divine Gathering by pretty much everyone else. Levi had to admit it; it could not have been a better day for a celebration. The only overcast clouds in the sky were the ones below the floating city, and the wisps reminded him of his Yimmian’s cream puffs at the family bakery. The weather forecast was promising too. Tzaf Mayim’s orbit was expected to be stable, with no decline in atmospheric levels for the next thirty-six hours. It was a warm spring day, just the right temperature that Levi wasn’t sweating inside his ceremonial robes.
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Thick, violet gas was all that could be seen down below if Ru looked over the edge.
It ate all, from the lowliest bugs to the largest trees. Sometimes it was thinner, and you could see the rocks and dirt, stripped of all life. Occasionally the city passed by a place where people used to live, and little wisps of the gas would linger around rusted cars and hollowed out buildings.
Then the salvagers would go down with their gasmasks and their jetpacks and see what they could find and bring back to the city. They were a hollow echo of the city’s forefounders, who had grabbed all they could when they built it.
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