A crushing blow indeed. Like the wrinkles of an old videotape, etched and wretched, decayed as the passage of time marches on, never ceasing in its infinite longing for all things to end. Among the crowd of onlookers did a woman drop to her knees, her bones cried out but she could not hear them as the world rumbled all around. She could not listen, she could not budge as a certain death barreled down upon her. A hauntingly beautiful oblivion crashed down in a great white out. But moments before did the fairgrounds ring out with cries of joy from young and old. The creak of old rides brought nostalgia to the young girls ears, memories of yesteryear filled her mind with a certain beauty only she would know.
A great blue sky, devoid of clouds with only the bright mother of Earth shining high in the reaches of space. The wind crisp and cool as the rotating shadow of a carousal fell upon her. She was searching for something, though she didn't know what. Maybe that perfect moment for that day when she'd catch sight of something fascinating which she could tell herself as she searched for slumber on a night years from now. Oh the sign of peace of a true blue sky was faulted as something soared high with the ferocity of armies compressed into a small dome. The crowds came to a halt as a roar hailed as a choir of certain death.
As it approached the horizon a tingling sensation took hold of the scruff of her neck, latching on with tightening grip. A great flash blistered the horizon and tore the sky with forces not meant for this world. The wind no longer whispered, but cried in terror as the horizon was torn and the wave approached, shattering the landscape as ripples in a pond. The sight was glorious to behold, yet left a terror which screwed itself into the soul as a terrifying leech.
She dropped to her knees. The world breaking. Wrinkles of an old videotape, spun into the fire.
