Standish Kinko

Radio Silence

The sun looked down over the scorched land. The golden eye of the beholder was on its final hour and prepared to give its watch over to the moon, who refused the patrol and let anarchy chaperon the night. The earth trembled with the vibration of feet put to dirt. A flurry of ill intent rising like a sand storm set to engulf those in its path. The time for finding safety was running short. Homes scorched, turning civilized people back to primal instinct. Those still clinging to the idea the world could spin backward were on the brink of extinction.