/lit/ - Literature

I don't know how these threads work but I'm dreading to go to sleep because it just means I have to get up to go to work. Does this all sound alright?
---
It was a clear twinight on Ge. As this was so unusual, the Griffon Nepos decided to visit the Rhumparion, the open galleries of which offered the best view over the lands he called his. So it was under the silver ringlight of an empty sky that he and his bodyguard, Pars, took the shuttle from the New Tower.
The rail line shuddered precariously on its crumbling supports, occasionally jolting the shuttle and its passengers to the left or to the right. Through the nuglas, one could see the landscape of a living jungle: broad-leafed caryan trees, blue oaks, the occasional tropical pine breaching the canopy; great gourd vines snaked their way up the stone archways of the rail line, anchoring themselves in the gaps left by fallen masonry. Various nocturnal birds glided from treetop to treetop, chased by gently hooting golden monkeys. Above, the occasional silhouette of an imperial bat could be glimpsed traversing the span of the Ring.
Rising above the jungle were the towers of the Palace, constructed from a volcanic black stone and intricately carved with all the familiar grotesques of classical Tellurian architecture: lions, ur-hounds, witch-birds, and fierce serpents. There were seven towers including the New Tower, positioned in a rough circle around their parent structure, which had over the centuries become invisible beneath the ever-wilder sea of green leaves. Indeed, no residents of Mount Sabast had set foot in the Palace since the reign of Griffon Nepos CVIII. Now everyone lived in the Towers, connected by the newer rail shuttles.
The Rhumparion was the odd-man-out, a grey and rounded cube with rows and rows of arched galleries giving out directly to the air, without either glass or nuglas panes. Architecturally distinct, and much older. It had been abandoned shortly before the Palace, and was a place of superstition and rumored ghosts. But Nepos liked to wander its halls whenever possible, exploring its mysteriouspassages and deciphering its secret manners – and there was no question it offered the most breathtaking views of the Cimmral Valley below.

Nepos was the one hundred and thirty second Griffon, Nepos CXXXII, the last of a lineage that for over five thousand years had ruled over the six nations and eleven worlds of the Tellurian Empire. But this valley, it's ruins and its forest, were all that Nepos had ever known since the age of eight, when he had last been off-world – the Void contained nothing but frightening memories.