I just need to see it.
Grant fumbled at the lock; it had been far too long since the last time. Why it had been locked away in the first place was a story lost to memory; now it was a fact of life.
A heavy clunk of the bolt cylinder, and the door swung open of its own accord.
There it was: a magnificent marble of magenta to mauve to midnight blue, a brilliant boil of golds and pinks cast their dying hues on the monolithic roof.
He watched it fade, feeling peace.
“Everyone should see this,” he whispered.