Snapshot of Worlds Beyond Our Own

As the world around you begins to calm, all of the destruction becomes immanent. The smoke rising from the nearby burning city, explosions and gunfire cease. A barren wasteland lays before you, with beings of all sizes scrambling across the battlefield. As you look around at the ceased assault, down the mountian of what once was a great monument of this foriegn world, the fear and grief in your enemies faces is exposed before you. This freshly transformed landscape appears as if it went through and incinerator, then was attempted to be cleaned like a scratched CD. This scramble leaves it mark on this world, blood spattered all over, bodies are scattered across the field, War is never a pretty sight, no matter where it is or how it started.

Here on the peaceful beach the sun is setting emitting a glorious illumination everywhere. You hear the waves gently washing up wetting the sand, people returning to their homes and cars as they finish a fun day. The birds aren't in a frenzy anymore making it all that more relaxing. It's as if the world stopped moving for a while like when you capture a moment that will never be forgotten. Even the simplest of places are sometimes the areas you remember the most.