I'm walking through the streets when all the sound is dampened. I'm in a vacuum of silence. The sky is flat and orange and purple. Just a few blocks away, two tornadoes coil around one another in a helix. One is lean and compact, whereas the other is fat and on the verge of dissipation. I keep looking and spy four other cyclones at various places in the city. Their movement is slow and stealthy. Calm now, they appear on the cusp of aggressive behaviour. And then I wake up.
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