The rays of the dawning sun pierce the darkness, driving the demons to the farthest corners of the earth, bringing light and hope as it rises. Color splits the air, as black fades to grey. The first hues of pink and orange cross over... Slowly followed by a creeping orb of flaming tounges of fire. Hotter than the deepest pits of Hell, comes the color bringing, life giving star of life. As it blazes a path across the sky, the air begins to ripple and flow. Morphing from the black of night to the vibrant hues of day. Painting a picture of perfection with the leafy greens, the shadowy blues, the bright yellows, reds, purples, and pinks. Seemingly a perfect little world.
But creeping into the picture comes an object. A large ugly thing, grey in color, oval in shape with protuding fins. Swimming through the blue above the green. From its belly drops an object. Slowly tumbling to the ground, spinning end on end. Impact. Explosion. Fire. Hell. nothingness. ash. black. death. the picture of perfection, now the epitome of destruction.
In a split second, this seemingly perfect picture is wrecked and destroyed. The catostrophic effects of the ballooning orange and reds, that result in an overall bleak greyness that is only peirced by a single ray of light. The last hope shining through everything, fighting past the devestation and promising color again. The sun survived.
