In slow motion, the figures crumbled. Large and small pieces swirled, defying gravity. Darkness became light and they stopped moving; suspended. That is how it began.
– Written for Grammar Ghoul Press Shapeshifting 13 #74. Prompts were photo and audio. WC 26. “The Prophecy” was awarded 2nd place for this challenge.
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