Purple dripped down her lips. I lost track of what she was saying. Purple also rimmed her dark eyes. Her olive skin and black hair made the purple stand out like an aurora against the sky.
“We are in danger here,” she said.
I looked around. What seemed like metal ramps twisted and twined through the place like demented tree branches. We perched on the edge of one at an impossible angle. I didn’t know how we kept from falling into the formless abyss of clouds below, only that we surely wouldn’t.