Location: The High Skies of Delta Airlines
The clouds, a multitude of layers cascading across the nape of the sky. An ocean, steaming white while floating high from the enchantment of the grounded Earth. The sun is setting on the horizon. Trembling snapshots of the screaming pink pan handling the day. Doomed to be snuffed out as night takes hold.
The cities below are lit up. Tiny flickering electrical stars of human ingenuity fracturing into the horizon. The lights seem to cascade on forever with part of the sky is on fire. Red scratches the dark perspective surface of the ominous clouds. Blood rinsing, washing across civilisation.