Mister Night Sky's Impossible Rondo

"All your fault lies bare when you believed in chaos, Liz."

The "Celestial Light Show," exactly how it's named, was a celestial light show which happened eleven years ago.

When my sleep had been disrupted by a series of thunderclaps even if it wasn't about to rain, and the sky had little to no clouds─to say, weren't even cumulonimbus. I thought it was weird, but how I rattled over the endless flash of lightning bolts while at the expense of fear overshadowed the weirdness.

I clasped my hands immediately at the pillow within my reach.

I hugged it, gripped tight and asphyxiating may it be, the excitement gushed out waiting for the next clap. Zip─! Then, crack─! Crackling sound of the black outlet at the ground, amplified in hundreds of decibels that the ears hurt. Mendoza family's only child clasped her pillow tighter to the angering orchestra of the heaven to the lands.

I wasn't particularly fascinated by lightning and thunder.