Overhead there was a sound, possibly the warning of an attack, I could not hear over the sound of catastrophies broadcast for entertainment. Crash! Something has flown through the window, is that danger or rescue? The air smells of smoke, the sky is filled with hues of red and purple, there is the sound of a voice giving orders. Let me gather my things. Mighttheone
Sounds like Ceylonese geckos in beet swill being fed to a demonologist with domatophobia all the while undergoing tea-corncob anal probing. I love it! Rod Stasick