The downpour of the rain continued within the hollow night. A breath of cold air blew into the atmosphere as the skies thundered with the trails of raging lightning.
A cold wisp hung in the air. A flicker of something cold. Vast. A spark of something dignified.
It takes its toll in the air. The atmosphere. The world and shoves it into its principles. Basks of golden light shimmering with the brilliance of the sun.
It floated in the middle of the air. Hanging viciously. Pulsating with a vibrant hue while the rain fell. Unable to quench the fiery, golden light.
At that moment. That given second.
Something sparked. And then a sonic explosion erupted afterward.
The air ripped and the ground shuddered. Cracks spread across the earth as the pavement and canopies broke in a silent plea. A plea for justice.
