The tendrils of my hair illuminate beneath the amber glow.
Bathing.
It must be this one.
The last remaining streetlight to have withstood the test of time.
the last yet to be replaced by the sickening blue-green of the future.
I bathe. Calm; breathing air of the present but living in the past.
The light flickers.
I flicker back.

I-I'm sorry! I spoke to much!

My favorites are usually novels that build deep and complex fantasy worlds.

The level of creativity and craftsmanship behind them is amazing to me.

And telling a good story in such a foreign world is equally impressive.