My breath comes out in gasps. The light intensifies until it’s streaking across the sky, right across the night and into the horizon. It gives off a high-pitched whine, the air around it screaming. Nothing is exploding. There is no horrific heat. This is not the end. The object projects red glimmering light behind it. It takes me a few moments to realize that I’m seeing words. Words in the clouds. They repeat in a line, sparkling against the dusky sky as the foreign object continues its path to somewhere distant.
