"Curse you! Despicable Mycroftians!"
Silver heavenly flames descended from the gloomy skies like erratic intersecting arcs drawn on a blackboard, streaking down onto mountains and plains with white hot light. Over it, gray-white shroud emanated the light of deathly remains, crashing down from the horizon like a collapsing sky.
There were proverbs in the Rund civilization such as 'There is peak in every collapsing sky' or 'Only fools fear a falling sky', words of relief that also cautioned people not to worry about things that were far flung from real life and had little chance of happening.
Nevertheless, the sky was truly falling now—the silver heavenly flames compounded with mountainous gray shrouds to block all sunlight, bringing forth darkness and shadow to the land, pressing down slowly but constantly from above.
