ππππ ππππππ’ πππππππ ππ:@efflorescentHeliophile The world shakes under your feet, and in your mind it feels like you have somehow fallen sideways through it. The screams feel distant as you turn around. The heat hits you before you process what youβre looking at. The hands on your wrists loosen. The previous struggle has already become moot. A meteor has just crashed into your city. One large enough to cause true destruction. Itβs not right. Meteors are usually small, you think. Enough of them burns or breaks up in the atmosphere that the damage is minimal. Not like this. Not the kind of thing that should have buildings collapsing in on themselves, but youβre watching it happen with your own two eyes through the haze of numbness. Somewhere in you, buried under it all, is a bone-deep and all-consuming primal fear. The animal in you knows. Reality crashes down on you in vivid color and sound. Your next breath tastes like heat and terror. You break away from the person who was grabbing you and you run. Not mindlessly βaway.β There is a goal in mind, in a senseβyou canβt place what it is but everything in you tells you that what you need to survive is at home. You cannot explain why. Overhead, the sky is streaked with falling stars that spell what should be your doom. You refuse. You shouldn't have to refuse. πΌπππππ’ πππ
What
Don't you recall?
How
You lost it, I held and relived it I cherished it. Now it is back to you.