After the blaze of light subsides, you notice the collection immediately. Orbs of stars, swirling in a blizzard of chaotic patterns against a velvet backdrop.
From the porch, nothing except nature remained, out to the horizon. Skyscrapers tinted red with sunset had vanished instantly. "You got rid of the city?" I asked uneasily. "How?"
A thousand years of rains have washed the blood of forgotten gods from the hillsides. And what use are gods to a people who have subdued the Earth themselves?
Flames flickered on the horizon; ashes flew like snow in a blizzard. Within the concrete walls of the monastery, Dom Exos folded four of his tentacles in prayer. "Miserere mei, Deus."
"I declare, ain't you a pitiful sight!" Mrs. Sessom licked her thumb and scrubbed grime from the cheek of her barefoot visitor. "Does your mama know you're wandering around town dressed in those filthy rags?!"