Tuesday, September 2, 2025 at 1:30 PM Eastern Daylight Time

dropped my phone off to get the screen replaced, and as i walked out of the store with empty pocket, my city vanished. in its place great sighing fields of barley spread from the shop in every direction. to the east, mile-high storm clouds loomed; to the west a mighty jury of peaks looked on, somber and venerable. i felt the low echoes of thunder before i heard them, watched my skin respond to the…