"Ugh..."
"It hurts"
"I can't see..."
The smell of smoke clogged up my nose as I painfully tried to breathe. This uneasy fever–feeling. I felt the magma slowly creeping up on my arms and as the rocks weighed over my lungs— difficult to breathe. My eyes opened to a sight—a million stars were descending.
what would've looked breathtaking in this fever dream of mine— was instead blood-curdling.
For it wasn't a dream.
In the distant— scarlet veiled clouds. A streak of thousands of meteorite-like stars. However unlike the pictures he saw, the shooting star did not have a golden glow—instead was like flesh and blood piercing through the clouds like a wound in the sky; as it splits off to little pieces, raining down– causing destruction all throughout.
The crimson sky reflected off of his bloody eyes as the blistering air bristled his shirt–slowly withering from the wind's erosion. For a second, he rested his eyes; he painfully recalled his village.
"It never looked this...gorgeous"
It was made in a meteor crater like terrain—like a hole within the vast plains, with spikes erected throughout the borders of town, spiraling from the center—which laid a lake. It is where they drew water. It was an odd terrain—but life pulsated throughout it. Believing the 'moon' will eventually return the water that they used to cultivate nature. A trust in the concept of 'balance'.
Looking at it now... The once luminous spring neither looked like water—it was a blood–ruby; nor do the reflection of the moon looked anymore familiar.
If only it was another day, maybe it would've looked breathtaking... the blood tinted landscape, the wilted greenery with a hint of fire-y decay, and the scarlet veiled moon. It's making me dizzy.
Maybe because "red"... is my favorite...