A substantial reckoning crests the horizon. The people come out of their houses. Shadows streak the earth. The planet holds its breath. Children can see it, their imaginations still unlocked. The people wonder what it means. Archaic symbols? Golden light flooding the streets. There are flashes of scenery as dimensions tear through our world. A school, now pipeworks, now an ancient battlefield. They overlap each other. A calm wind flows in from the south. The time is almost up. We move forward in time quickly. 1000 years, and nobody remembers.