Madness string 760

Random mermaid
The night is clearer than ink. Well, our nights are. In the winter, at least. Cracking with cold and faint lights mingled with darkness, the sky so high up that the very presence of the air makes your head spin. Nights don't get much clearer than that.

You put more work into explaining this than any of my bosses ever did and one of them actually did HVAC for sidework.