And the sky burned with incandescent power.

The corners of the heavens furled up at the edges, driven by divine force to spasm and flutter. Sound, the deep belling ring of something that defied explanation but felt like trumpets or strings or drums or any and every instrument that had ever served as a voice for the human heart, rolled forth.

Light, not just light but so much more than light, pulsed and poured. Rocks, trees, houses, cities, oceans, souls…. All were pulled from darkness into bright, blooming relief against the dingy backdrop of mere material existence.

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Even Mr. Dithers had to stare at that last bit.