"The weather forecast said there'd be a storm tonight," Tong Zhen looked at the distant sky, his eyebrows slightly furrowing, "why are there still so many people out there?" Dark clouds converged in the sky, occasionally punctuated by the flicker of lightning.
Inside himself, Tong Zhen felt a strange premonition, yet he shook his head, closing the window before returning to the sofa to continue watching television.
Upon the vast sea, howling winds gathered the dark clouds, between which lightning forked like branches, followed by the rumbling sound of thunder.
Lightning, sharp as swords, was grabbed by the sea into its bottomless abyss, turning into a fire snake that sinuously moved and then vanished without a trace or shadow.
