Clay comes unearthed and blazes through the plants leaving all dead. Also the mixture of watermoon is nowhere to be seen. Only against the faceless mountains does the horizon touch the earth. A flurry of bits scrape bare the wood, and stones fly across in a circulated wind. Sky and earth in the furrows overturn the seed.
Trees flee and animals collapse.
Parts of the earth and the petals from many a flower drown. They touch upon what was once connected to the earth in rain. They once trickled to a great event. Pieces of skin flutter about, join drops of blood or sap, and cover everything that once was. Trees collapse to create a mulched force, smashing all that moves, and the charred remains smear on bodies alive.