The clouds swirled in a hundred different shades of grey, the streets were empty and birds had taken shelter. There was a peculiar stillness, like the whole world was holding its breath as it balanced precariously on a sharp edge. A single whisper would set it off.
It was the calm before the storm.
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the storm
Ngẫu nhiênshe has eyes with angry, grey clouds swirling in them. crackling with lightning and threatening to spill all the liquid. but they don't. the storm keeps brewing until no one is sure what to expect. they know if the storm comes, the world will crash...
