And the sky always figures prominently...
It’s finally happening. The bird of prey lays an egg which falls heavy and ripples the earth like an ocean. This is witnessed from a distance, but soon the shockwave approaches, gathering smoke and debris. Nothing to do but run. Seek lower ground, let it pass overhead. Taking cover in a wooded valley, we watch the ominous fog float over us and continue on. It has become like an entity, breathing static in a lifeless tone. All the momentum is long gone, but still it moves forward under its own intelligence. For what purpose and from what source, I cannot say.
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