[In the roiling darkness, the wind torments the plains.
A tirade. A violence. A blind eradication. Nothing is spared, and nothing matters but pressure.
Force.
The animals are vanished; birds void the air. The darkness buckles and warps, and trees scream dumbly as pinprick lights explode across the sky.
Alone in the grass, you are no one, and the only one. Ignored and exposed; muted and championed; timeless against the night.]
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