Today's OneWord: Still

Everything in the night was still, and the dawn was loud. Very loud. It belched fire in the direction of every house, lighting the roofs in Helios's golden ire. It roared rising skies like the sound of Blue Angel jets crossing the nebulae of some distant cosmic celebration. The sunrise, despite being so insignificant and so minuscule compared to the rest of the galaxy, was uncannily cacophonous - a brass trumpet blaring out the sounds of morning.

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