The Dark Sun

...Then comes the tornado like shattered pieces of a mirror; words fell on the ground. Across the window pane, an absolute silence stays.

After some time, a raucous noise came close to ears closer to eyes. Tattered words across the world tore those pungent moments apart. Both unknowingly picked up the words scattered all across the faces. Neither has the intuition to look beyond that distorted dream. Capture that silence that sloth across humanity elevating human consciousness to that universal scene.