WITH THE HELP OF A THING UNUSUAL

A CRACK APPEARED IN THE SKY'S ARMOR. VIOLENT AND VIOLET COLOR PALETTES, SIGNS OF BEATING, THE SKY WAS SUFFERING. NOT A BOMB, BUT A NATURAL DISASTER HAPPENED. SPLIT IN TWO, IN THREE, IN FOUR. MASSIVE AIR SHAKES, A FEELING OF CATASTROPHE. THE CENTER OF IT, TORNADO-LIKE, ROUND, BUT NEVER MOVED ANYWHERE. IT EXPLODED CIRCLES OF WAVES, MAKING EVERYTHING SHAKE.  

PICKED MY CAMERA AND STARTED TO TAKE PHOTOGRAPHS. THE LAST AND PURE. A PHOTOGRAPH OF THE FINAL END. FIGURES, NAMELESS, NOT FAMILIAR BEHIND ME. DIFFERENT COLORS IN THE SKY, THE WINDS BEGAN TO SCREAM, THE KNEES BEGAN TO TREMBLE. POWERFUL STORMS WERE DESTROYING THE LAYERS OF LAND I WAS STANDING ON. THE LAST ROYAL LOST HER HEAD IN FRONT OF ME. 

NOTHING IS SAFE. NOWHERE TO RUN. NEVER WAS AND NEVER WILL BE. IN THE HOUSE, IN THE BUILDING, THE ILLUSION OF SAFETY. FROM AFAR, I WATCHED THIS CATASTROPHE APPEARANCE IN THE CORE OF THE SKY. THE CLOUDS FORMED IT WITH THE HELP OF A THING UNUSUAL. 

DINOYA 8/9/22