"Contortions"

A contorted horizon confuses me, with its thunderclouds looming and bent.

I strain to see through the shatters, and behold a disturbing luminescence,

Twisting in and out of the cloud cracks it glows thick and translucent and colorful.

The earth tilts on its side and I grab hold, but the wind blows me towards the vortex, where only the spidery rainbow follows.

I am frightened.

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