Yevgeny Zamyatin — We [811]

There, above the heads, above everyone, I saw her. The sun shone from behind her, directly into my eyes, and all of her stood out sharp, coal-black against the blue cloth of the sky—a charcoal silhouette etched on blue. Just overhead, some clouds floated by. And it seemed that not the clouds, but the stone, and she herself, and with her the crowd and the clearing were gliding as silently as a ship, and the earth itself, grown light, was floating underfoot… — Yevgeny Zamyatin, We, 811

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Creates a striking silhouette composition of I-330 against the sky while conveying a sense of physical weightlessness and motion.