A Brave New World
A dawning sky has never shown itself so off-colored as the greyish purple hue that lines the horizon of the once blue. Even the clouds no longer follow natural patterns quite like they once did before the nuclear fallout. Sirens would carry a monotonous ring through the ambiance with a sky flooded as arial assaults and the dropped dirty bombs. The curiosity of who the victor in this game of death has yet to reveal itself, even after years of brutality. We the people are the true fallen in this, not the original antagonist of this raging battle.
