Color sparks and spits and spirals and spurts. Sparks of light fly everywhere.
Stars shimmer and twinkle, bouncing, scattering stars everywhere.
Sets of children, tiny stars dancing. The Call of the Wolf A swirling wind is beginning to build. Leaves blow all around me. I hear sounds of rocks sliding, pushing, tearing through the earth, a crushing of bones, a cracking of stone. I feel the wind blow hard against me.