21.12.2025, 10:49
On the night the sky cracked open, I saw the Northern Lights. They were here, over the Dasht-e Kavir desert, over the fractured clay of Iran where rains had forgotten the way before I was even born. They danced in green and violet ribbons, writhing like ghostly snakes. They moved slowly, like the breath of a massive beast that had woken up underground and was now breathing into our faces. It looked nothing like what they show in documentaries about Norway
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