This is too close to the opening of a book I took inspiration from, not word for word but too similar for my liking. Any help rewriting any of this would be appreciated.
Burning lights streaked across the sky.
Hundreds, thousands of them. Like a rain of stars.
Have you ever seen a shooting star?
I'm sure many of you have, maybe you made a wish on one, or were merely captivated by its beauty as it lit up the night sky. Have you ever seen a meteorite as it tore through the heavens as to crash into the ground below? Have you seen it shred the sky to ribbons with a thunderous roar, ripping the world apart with a terrifying impact?
Perhaps some of you have seen something like it on the internet somewhere, perhaps on a show or in a game. Yet even then, I'm sure nobody ever claimed to want to see a rain of meteors up close and personal, hurtling down all around them.
And yet, at this very moment, I'm watching thousands of these falling rocks of hellfire pelting down all around me.
No, I shouldn't be saying that so simply, as if it was the fault of another, some power far out of my hands. Because I'm the one responsible for this calamity in the first place.
