It was a curious thing, the line rushing towards space.
Lancing through the magenta sky to breathe cyan into withering clouds, the single line parted the setting sun like Moses to the sea; a single, horizontal streak, a shooting star falling upwards, lightning climbing back into the Heavens. In...
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