The raging maelstrom sandstorm like an impenetrable point cloud mist.
Figures appear through the windshield, seem to share the past in a rushed fleeting moment of age, mirth and nostalgia.
Grounded apparitions silently screaming into the face of a very fierce tempest storm.
immediately they are swallowed up by the malevolent energy of the furore.
Leaving an illusion of ripped anoraks now rippling in the wind, which seemed like wild feather plumage in the eye of a raging storm.
The rag tag feathered men now are completely ingested by sand and fog and mist, completely gone but not unseen.
Was One witness to just a brief second of time, perhaps of brute anger and wild vengeance?
A fleating shouted curtain pulled vision or perhaps a perceived dust point cloud entity, within a violent chasm of this wild vault abyss?
