Storm

Long has it devastated the world. Nothing has been so fatal but it. A pestilence which is known as the worst fear to human kind. The reflective embroidery of it are nothing but bad omens. They will show signs of its occurence, for the humans to overcome the worst fear they will ever encounter. 

Cherish the moments before it strikes.

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High above the horizon hung a red Sun, radiating unbearable heat and gleaming brightly. For that moment the sun looked extremely vulnerable--isolated in the middle of the vast blue sky. It looked as though it were going to roll along the horizon, for there was nothing to hold it in position.

A breeze drifted by, carresing my cheeks and hair, sending prickling chills down the back of my neck. Trees swayed in the wind, as though they were waltzing with the embrace of breeziness. Flocks of birds could be seen lowering their altitudes, feared that  the breeze could devour them. Dry leaves rattled on the ground like dried bones, eerie.

All of a sudden, the magnificent bed of the red Sun was invaded by a group of fluffy and inseperable grey lumps. Silhouttes of birds could be heard giving out shrieks of cries as though they were protruding signs of danger. The red Sun was not isolated anymore, the vast grey lumps huddled over it--covering the redness of it--the sky was immediately darkened. 

Overwhelming darkness and coolness engulfed me. Droplets were sprinkling down on me, dampening my skin. They were like needles, prickling my skin;my fear awoke, slowly spreaded all over my soul, paralyzing my body. 

Futile to try, for no one had ever escaped from the atrocious pestilence. Wind started to howl like a beast as though foraging for food. Its annual visits would be rewarded with lives of earthlings, lands of Earth. 

Wind was peering on me--my greater force would be encountered by its strength. Droplets had gotten heavier and putting weights on me. My shirt stuck tightly to my bare skin, sticky and constricting. Trees which one swayed in the breeze were seen struggling to stay on the ground. The bed of darkness were filled with flying leaves. Eventually, it was filled with a magnificent dark cyclone. 

Forces were dragging me in all directions--my weight could no longer overcome the forces. I was slowly embraced by the wind, rising off the ground, little by little. I let out screams deep down from my lungs but they were silenced by the howling wind and massive droplets. 

At this moment I felt as if I was granted the ability to fly. I was getting closer and closer to the whirl of wind. The intimidating wind suddenly turned into a gentle mother's embrace, lifting my body, to it's dreadful mouth. Perhaps, the storm could be my only comfort.

As I was dragged into the whirl of wind, I was tossed and thrashed around. Moments later, endless darkness engulfed me. 

Grey lumps were slowly revealing the red Sun. The vast bed of its was immediately illuminated. 

The Sun had always been red.