The world was stopped, frozen in time
Thick raindrops are suspended mid-air, hanging like crystal beads.
Flashes of lightning are frozen across the sky, illuminating the dark clouds in eerie, flickering patterns.
Each lightning bolt is a jagged sculpture of light, illuminating the scene with a ghostly, static glow.
The turbulent wind, which moments ago drove the rain sideways and rustled the trees, push people, trying to uproot lamppost is now a motionless force.
Leaves and debris that were caught in the wind's grasp hover in place, adding to the stillness.
Puddles on the ground are caught in the act of rippling, each wave and splash frozen in time, creating a surreal mirror reflecting the immobile storm above.
"So, this is how it feels" Azief never feel controlling time as something he studies very much. Among the people he knows, Jean would come to mind when it is about controlling time
Azief once ask him why he studies time.
