winds of fire scourge the land smothering mountains choking valleys consuming all smoke billows captures the clouds a dark foreboding an orange sky a mere glimpse of a future foretold
Where were you the day the sun lost its shine, and all went dark for the very last time? I remember our world before we lost the light, before the sun went missing and we were trapped in the night. There was a feeling called warmth and a color called green that painted a forest once filled with trees. They tried to warn us that the end times were nigh, but no one knew the sun would leave the sky. That was decades ago before the cosmic faux pas that hurled earth into darkness and stripped the land raw. Now humanity withers deep underground in search of a sun that will never be found.