“I know not with what weapons World War III will be fought, but World War IV will be fought with sticks and stones.”
-Albert Einstein-
Chapter 29; Nightmare on a loop
In the aftermath of their playful water skirmish, they retreated to their seats and turned their gaze toward the celestial canvas. The sky, an ethereal expanse, resembled a grand tapestry adorned with a kaleidoscope of hues that eluded the human eye's ability to discern their distinct boundaries. As the sun embarked on its descent, it cast an incandescent glow upon the scene, transforming the sky into a vibrant masterpiece. The clouds, like celestial brushstrokes, danced and swirled in an intricate ballet, their forms morphing into ethereal shapes that defied description. The horizon, a distant seam where earth and sky con
