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The Protagonist often wondered about the odd, aurora borealis-like shapes in the sky marking up the sky outside of his house.
They would surely be an unmatched beauty, if it weren't for the fact that the world was falling apart at the seams.
He hoped that, if a Visitor did get the better of him one day, the last thing he would see would be that lovely view out his window. Or, perhaps, even outside, hot as it was.
Maybe it was worth burning to death to see such a sight in person instead of behind a panel of glass.