A bright spot of light lifted off from one of the green spots. It stayed immobile above the surface of the planet, then, taking on a shape of a huge bird of prey — a falcon, Isabelle figured — it trembled, burst aflame and took flight. The golden Falcon was cutting through the darkness of space, leaving behind a burning trail — a plexus of golden threads that solidified, bit by bit taking on a more complex shape.
Dana Derville 