bombistic

My throat felt dry and tight. I still needed to see this through. Even after all I'd experienced, if I returned empty-handed, there would be no way for me to prove what I had witnessed. I shook my head and told him, "No. I am ready. Lead me to the next plane." I could almost feel his smile widen. This time without ceremony, the darkness gave way to night. A dark sky lay above me, an endless field of grass below. The sky was not as I was accustomed, not merely black but a dark purple, the horizon tinged by an eerie blue. Hanging fat in the middle of the sky was an angry red moon, much larger than the moon I knew. As I stared at it, I noticed a