snow-silk

Updated: May 5, 2025

At the first report he let go my hand and went to his window, from which he drew the curtain, so that I saw the whole bay lit with silver light from a full-risen moon, and the distant peaks as grim beacons above a land of rest; a land which once, perchance, flowered with exotic luxuriance, but which now wore the snow-silk mantle that had fallen upon countless centuries of its past.

Sir Max Pemberton - The Iron Pirate: A Plain Tale of Strange Happenings on the Sea