General

The gold was the shade of bleached buttercups.

General

The gold had become enmeshed in the guts of the guards following the explosion, garishly painted in faecal matter and sinew.

General

There it was, the gold, as cold and still as a corpse.

General

Next to a plant that stretched up to the sun was a lump of gold, pale in comparison to the beauty of a single petal.

General

Her voice was as cold as the gold she wore.