Watching the sun make its escape as it sinks beneath the horizon
Everything becomes more magical in that twilight moment
Snippets and whispers of other realms peek from beyond the veil
That opportunity sets as darkness brings down the curtain
Watching the sun make its escape as it sinks beneath the horizon
Everything becomes more magical in that twilight moment
Snippets and whispers of other realms peek from beyond the veil
That opportunity sets as darkness brings down the curtain
I stood in the middle of the ruined city and wondered if there were any survivors. I had been in the mountains when my cell phone suddenly didn’t have any signal. I didn’t care then. It was part of the reason I love hiking the Adirondacks.
I figured when I drove to the gas station after my hike that I would check in with my roommate, but there had been still no signal. The gas station had been empty. The place was open, but no one was home. Hell, the lights didn’t work.
I drove empty roads all the way back to my dorm, but I didn’t meet another moving car. Hell, I didn’t see another human.
Now I stand here and wonder if I was the last person here on Earth.
I begin to hear a rumble from the west.
I am filled with fear.
I run but I…
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