The Wandering Earth

impetus

epicureans...

autocracy.

svelte

I singled out a bubble, examining the waves of light and color surging across its surface, the iridescent patterns too complex and intricate for humans to process. It was as if the bubble knew it would lead a short life and was frantically broadcasting the myriad dreams and legends of its prodigious memory to the world.

cyclopean eye.

‘You are walking across a plain when you suddenly encounter a wall,’ our haggard teacher had said. ‘The wall is infinitely tall and extends infinitely deep underground. It stretches infinitely to the left and infinitely to the right. What is it?’ A cold shiver washed over me. I recited the riddle to Ms Stella, who sat next to me. She teased it over

Indeed, it is the nature of intelligent life to climb mountains, to strive to stand on ever higher ground to gaze farther into the distance.

‘There are only two places where you can really feel the true magic of the mountains: on the plains from far away and standing on a peak,’