Collection: Blue Flames

"When blue flames rise,
I see the silent thunder of Atlas pistols—
cold metal kissing the dark,
muzzles breathing sapphire fire
that does not warm, only warns.

And beyond them, farther than any barrel can reach,
the interstellar wanderer 3I/ATLAS
drifts through the black,
its coma a living blue glow,
a comet forged in alien light,
trailing ice and secrets
across the void like a gunshot frozen in time."

Author unknown USPSA GM