After slouching onto my couch, I soak my fist in a bowl of anti-gel. The cool, clear medicine takes the pain and swelling away. Ironic, really. Hose up all the sap in the Gap. Refine it, skim off the fuel, and you’re left with two very different pools of runoff goo. Crysta...
I’M TOLD IT’S A BEAUTIFUL city, the glittering, ice-kissed heart of Cyan, a citadel built of three-thousand-year-old stone and timber. But we see next to none of it. Our vac touches down in the lowlands, south of the Cyanese capital, which towers above the fjords. From a distance, looking up, all...