YO WHAT

as we kneeled before the beast the wind cut the sky in two and the wretched wolf was gone unsure of this outcome we waited for things to end though the suns refused to leave always setting but never set in their undying lights we left to wander without hope just to have somewhere to go there were others wandering the scraps of the world there's only one sun they said and certainly not four judging moons the sky is of blue silk not of melting gold everything is as it should be they went about mimicking their old lives refusing to look up at the broken skies this continued so long we had to wonder were we in the wrong were we seeing falsely but the truth of the matter was truth had ceased to exist it refused and refuted itself so we settled in the ruins of our home and stopped looking at the others only ever looking at the sky and the stories it told us