The metallic whirring and fluorescent swirl laid dormant at the frame of the window, the heat emanating in a thick vapor. The broadcast and sirens all ceased to a permanent silence. All the lights of the window struck a radiant flashing blue. From the inside, the couple fixated to the controlling force and chaos, their home is dark and illuminated.
Her voice impeded by the droning of the imperials making claim, making his reaction only to kiss her. The shadowed facade build half-collapsed buildings and kings into her skin. Her blue eyes, teary and blotched, sink with the glowing red radiance. They embrace for impact.