The yellow cannon that shattered the hopes of the world

Fire burns the little wings of the sparrow that flew. The nothingness of the fire abacus took over it like a forceless spark. To get the sand, it sprawled out of control into a yellow cannon. The ball that flew out of it had so much force that it broke the sky, which shattered and fell in pieces that pierced the ground and everyone around it. The sparrow could not witness this. What a blessing.

And in the night of the attempt to climb the tall desert treasure, survival was assured for the pained. The presence in this specific place was exactly what assured that they would receive the call that would allow them to find a way to keep climbing higher, avoiding the shatters.

There is no other place to go after this, though. There was a little levitation center under the oak to the east that let people meditate and find a way toward the cannon, back to this place that started the destruction of the world, but nothing could be done.

When they arrived, the nopses were already there. There was a little hand taking the lever and making it shoot again. The restoration was avoided, the loneliness of the yellow splash was ensured. The doors were opened, the truth was hidden. It was all told to me by the heavenly choir of secrets.