Lunarium

High in the snow swept peaks, floating idle above the valley of clouds churning in languid ambivalence, the lunarium rests, constructed atop the floating island from ancient stones mined from quarries beyond the seas.
The sanctuary now lays in destitute abandon, the scholars have fled, the astertricians scaped. Surrounded by cobwebs and mounds of soft floaty snow, the cosmoscope still hangs, suspended in the central chamber, the bulbs and lenses arranged in such a way as to capture the slant rays of Amber sun, separating the high mountain light into a prismatic blur of reflecting and refracting beams of chromatic brilliance. Rocking softly in the wind, the mechanisms sway, the spots and rainbows sweep across the cold stone walls, the dulled intricate tile flooring.