Night falls and the skies quake.

The lightning forks in an ebony expanse.
And anger rumbles through the depths of the earth.
The tears of heaven pour down in a desperate flight from the sky above.
Small pools of water form in the depressions of the turf.
There is constant motion here.
No moment is exactly as the previous.
Nothing will ever be the same.
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