And still, we stood.

Blue fabric lay strewn across the still-warm earth inside the hallows. The wild bush still rustled—stirred by a breeze from the unseen. In the distance, the horizon blurred into the surface, clouds trailing behind like rolling blankets of fog. And when the ends of sky and surface reached for one another at the horizon, they rumbled deep. The earth split open, and from beyond the bounds of day, the sky shattered like glass—its fragments swallowed down into the earth’s ocean of amber light. And still, we stood.

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