Jasmin Perez

Light in a Dark Sanctuary

Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. Hundreds of years ago the villagers would gather and rejoice to see it, or so Maria had heard. Now it was an annoyance at best. A reason for thick curtains and early bed times. At worst, it was a poignant reminder that they were trapped here, without reprieve and without hope. Everyone felt it, whether they wanted to admit it or not.