Thunder rolls in the distance, echoing along the sky. Darkened, swirling clouds have long since descended. The air becomes tight and heavy, looming above. Another rumble ignites an electric pulse deep within, flight or fight battles. Grey abounds and cloaks, black rises in the expanse beyond. Pushing down, the wind stills, the clouds halt their oppression. By calming the surrounds, everything becomes alert and on edge. Louder comes that call from above, harder and more purposeful. A warning, a promise. It is the only the beginning.
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