He knew it was only a matter of time before the sky fell. For weeks he’d noticed fractures forming across the otherwise faultless pallet of watery blue. It’s happened before, the sky falling. He watches the cracks spread, helpless from below. The sun’s light is refracted in deceiving ways, and most of the rays can’t reach the ground now. It’s very dark. He is alone. Sharp shards of grey drop to Earth. His energy is sapped by the shattered sea of cloud around his angles. He cannot move. At night he can’t see where the sky is, and where it used to be. He waits for the rest to fall now. And then he’ll rebuild.