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A tortured night, of thunder cracks and powder sparks, crawled through my city, destroying my innocence and wrecking our future.

He burst free from the abbey, an explosion, grand, yet terrifying, for no glass rained down, nothing but his dappled beauty, color for that infamous day.


Image by Daniel Kvasznicza

I thought it just perfect since the building itself does not seem to be wrecked, nor is there glass littering the ground, so I was able to make it far more supernatural an occurrence.