“It’s the day of the prophecy, master. Look, the seven planets have aligned with the moon, and the seven stars are now hovering over the town, beaming like a powerful laser beam marking its target,” said the shadow as it slid up to Sáphire.
“Yes, it’s perfect,” Sáphire replied, smiling. “The darkness has rolled in. I can feel its powers growing stronger as the blue moon aligns and the howling winds with the tempestuous high seas signalling the end is near. Victory shall be mine at last.”
“The end is nigh. Prepare to meet your Maker. Repent and turn from your wicked ways,” shouted an old man as he walked, spreading his end-time message in the streets.
“Repent? Ha, ha!” Sáphire mocked as she drove past the announcer, heading home from the Fashionista store with her new wardrobe. “You will
