RealRed05

I stare at the city, its light blocking out the sky into an empty void. The lights from the windows of the buildings have taken the place of stars, shining brightly from an artificial sky. These new stars, without names or designations to call their own, form new constellations that man has yet to create names for, forming together in clusters that are yet to be understood by those with telescopes. On top, a red pulse, as though Mars were out, the brightest it has ever been. Its disappearance and reappearance, as though the clouds would cover over then fade to allow its brilliance to shine through. And above them all, a full moon in place, al