The dimly lit, crowded underground mining space seems to stretch cavernously below Juneau. Heavy, velvet black and deep amethyst fabrics envelop support structures, entwined chaotically yet forming soft corridors the seedy- eyed locals stumble through in bitter isolation against the rage of icy frost above and all hope in heavy hues swallowed, diffused away entirely beneath an eternity hard- lamp cast across pitted crystalline frost with chilled miners, as bleak gold glazes smolder against ornate fretworks and fine frutages torn, molded straight free above ground beneath crystalline glacial ceilings while low- slow fires fight for survival at raggy wet tethers dight. In dark Alaskin friges they await fortunes