Shattered Horizons

<p>In the quiet before the storm the world was a canvas of ordinary</p><p>moments each day painted with the familiar hues of routine and</p><p>predictability. The skyline was a blend of glass and steel reaching</p><p>skyward as if in defiance of the fleeting nature of time. Life</p><p>though punctuated by its struggles and triumphs seemed to march</p><p>on with an unspoken promise of continuity.</p>