Standing on the cracked sands of time, she dipped her bloody wings into a mirage of mirrored water. The rippling effect caused by her bath brought the dying world to its knees. The wind swept through, whispering the secrets of unknown realms. The hourglass paused to watch a crystal tear shatter the atmosphere. The sand burst into white flames as the sky lingered near, waiting to be torched. The scalding inferno spread its plague deep into the crevices of the weathered earth. Every creation imploding silently into its own cosmos. The clouds above danced in a metallic-like rage. Nothing was to be left in the remnants of existance.
The rain began its course and as she turned to walk away, she spread her wings and said, "This place never felt right anyways."