Waiting for the outcome of a falling sky that seemed to stand still as the ground beneath shook and threatened to steal that which was grasped with white knuckles and a prayer no longer silent as it was shouted to the world in a desperate sort of fashion of those who have nothing more they can do but wait and see what cards are being dealt to them this time around.
The world blurred and faded, except for that one moment which stood out amplified beyond measure, as its outcome remained suspended in time that refused to pass despite the steady rise and fall of a somewhat dampened sun that started to cry.
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