foxandpen
Billions of pixels on the wall stood out sharply, yet blended together to make a splendid mural of a mountain sunset. The true sun was setting just behind her through a length of broken windows. All at once she was back home, in Montana, where the sky was an endless blue and the crickets sang in tune to the winds. That was before the fall, though, when life was simple and living it was sweet. She closed her eyes to savor the memory, but it faded away just as quickly, in a waft of smoke and ash.