The Shadow
Angela takes slow and steady steps across the black ash-covered road. The soft wind
produced by her boot steps blows the ashes into the air like bits of snowflakes. After floating for
a few seconds, the clumps dissolve into thin air, and new clumps of black ashes take their place.
Tall, dark, buildings surround her as she walks, the tops of them being unseen due to the dark,
black, sky. Is it the weather, itself, that is creating this illusion of darkness, or are the ashes
completely overtaking the sky, turning it pitch black? The answer is unknown.
