Blood seemed to gush from the very earth as Nature took it’s revenge. Flames licked civilisation. Death swarmed the earth, reaping lives, though engulfed in the happiest state of pain. A soft breeze caressed the destruction, understanding but not paying much attention. The ground shook as technological mountains fell in a landslide of files and colour. Ignorant souls roared as meaningless memories were crushed around them. Dust rose to the sky, which, in it’s joy, seemed to resemble the most dazzling Aurora, flicked with gold as if the sun were too, joining the festivities as it watched the horror below.

Within two days, not a human soul or creation was left together, all structures had returned to their purest forms ready to settle again. A flock of birds sailing that breeze dived into a wave, carving a strange body. It felt the relief of the earth, and the sorrow of the people. Torn between the two; born into the constant anguish of owning a heart in different places.