After a minute of consideration, you slipped out of your sheets hastily, almost tripping, and walked out of your room, opening the door quietly so as to not make a disturbance. The ambiance became more silent, seemingly, as your footsteps, almost cautious, created pathetic creaks on the carpeted floor.
The living room was lit by a single lamp, and was overwhelmingly still. A few books were scattered on the floor, of various subjects. Sheets of schoolwork were plastered over your desk, and gorgeous paintings of scenery littered the walls, filling the area with dramatic color and a mild sense of elegance. The ceiling fan, nearly engulfed in shadow, spun slowly and aimlessly.
But immediately, you turned to your right, placing your hands slightly on the railing. For a moment, all you could see was the reflection of the chandelier floating above your front entrance, a mammoth structure of bronze and glass. It was very still, illuminated quaintly by stray light from the living room.
After squinting for a moment, as your eyes adjusted to the darkness, your neighborhood was quite visible. The night was a gloomy shade of gray, with sparing numbers of streetlights piercing though its curtains with circles of orangeish haze; other homes were barely visible, one in particular marked by a blaring window light, though your own room must look similar. The street was empty, though wheels on cement were audible, hushed by layers of walls along with a great distance.
The sky was void black and impenetrable; the moon was not visible and the horizon was not of splotched color. But a singular thing stood out. It was seemingly some sort of comet. First, you noticed it’s great core, hazy, prismatic, white in color and providing a splotch of grayish light to the night sky. Its tail was meager in length, reaching eastward, but not as faint as one would expect, and shared in the colors of the body; it appeared almost like strokes of a watery paintbrush on a black canvas.
It was a powerful sight, bringing both solace, reverence, and awe, and minutes passed as the comet inched slowly to the left. Its aura almost seemed to fluctuate and flicker as it moved, a dynamic rainbow in the inky air. Everything else faded from your vision as you focused on it, and it alone. Your walls and the dim reflections of furnishings seemed nonexistent in the presence of this magic. And a remarkable fatigue made it seem all more dream-like.
But you would never know, as the pinpoint of light was swallowed by the void that had encompassed it… and with it, the rest of your vision in its entirety. Within that rather endless moment, your mind seized and convulsed, your face burned furiously, and reality itself began to splinter.
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