I can feel the earth giving way beneath my toes. As I watch my house get swallowed into the darkness that is the rift tearing through the street. The world is ending.
I swear someone was pulling on the collar of my shirt. But I’m not sure I can move. Even though the ground is violently shaking, my feet are glued to the spot.
It’s so dusty... I can’t see anything.
Why is it such a bright beautiful day out? I feel like it should be raining or something. But no. Dispite the the despair in the air and fear in my chest. The sun is as brilliant as ever.