Beneath the Stars (Hotel Utopia Series) original

A dance of glittering dust and uncountable stars.

The hotel, its image reflected in the water, sits beneath a black blanket on which an unseen hand choreographs a dance of glittering dust and uncountable stars. The greens and blues of the Northern lights permeate the horizon and stretch into the ether.

The hotel sign shines red, and yellow as if heating up the air, dissolving into a darkness, as black as coal as blue as night. Reflections, maddening mirrors of the cool beast which is the deep lake, tiny waves lap up on the shore, kissing the pebbles, languishing if only for a moment on an island’s forested shore.

Hotel Utopia, a port in a storm.