The sky is clouded, the smell of rain is on the wind, but you know The Sun will strike your eyes again.

You look up to see lights in the sky‐ something you weren't supposed to find. You don't know what it means now, but you will soon.

The phosphorescence you saw fades away. Everything is fine, once again, the same as it ever was. But you know something under the surface has changed. Things aren't how they're supposed to be, and you're not sure if anyone else knows.