The roar of thunder echoes across the midnight sky. Storm clouds buckle in her wake, as her passage over the world progresses with grim certainty.
As I watch, I alone am filled with not fear, nor rage, but longing. For the woman she once was. For what we once were.
The sky erupts in a dazzling light show, as bright spurts of ice blue energy pour from her eyes, raining down to earth like liquid starlight. The plasma scorches through trees, rivers, and the foundation of the world itself.
You have gone too far, my love. Your ideas outpaced your heart.
The orange of roaring infernos on the world below illuminate the shadows of the blue clouds. All will be turned to ash, as will I.
Do you recall my name? My face? Do you remember anything of us at all?
I hear the distant screams of thousands. It undercuts that monstrous boom that sounds rhythmically, what you might mistake for thunder. But it isn’t discharge from a star. It is her beating wings.
Paddy Dobson
22nd July 2022