In the storm, on the mountain, I'm bracing against the furious wind with her. Surrounded by dark blue children of the effusions, lightning-thorns crown the age-old giant, lighting up his top..
Slowly the horizon carves up, opens to a far orange realm, revealing what the thunderstorm swallowed before. While time continues to ride the clouds, the red fiery eye majestically vanishes behind the veil of sky's tears.
And so the darkness slowly crawled across the landscape while the storm moved on, letting behind a growing hole of a beauty - the evening sky.
