

Plucked from the skiesI woke up to the sound of crashing metal, thunderous in volume through my very being. Before the clash, precognition served me well as I struggled with the ethereal chains that held me fast asleep - eyelid of the third slipped open to behold the giant metal snake precariously curving off the path far above me; should I move? As the seconds counted down, my being resolved to remain completely still until the horrible conclusion. The railroad in the sky produced for the earth a chaotic smashing mess of derailed metal, right in the middle of my house. I leapt from bed to see it happen mere strides awayPlucked from the skies
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