Gateway to the Empyrean: Cirrocumulus 53

My mind raced into its imagination mode after I heard what my sentence was.

I was piloting my fortress towards this gigantic floating citadel that was the size of Vermont itself. It was painted red and there were arrowhead designs all over the place.

Cannons were birthed out of my fortress and they were readied towards this monolithic piece of architecture.

Then a barrage of red planes swarmed out of that target.

I was in the captain’s booth and with three simple words I was able to order these cannons to do their job.


My words came out like an overdramatic whisper that would send chills down the craziest villain’s spines before I ripped them from their backs.

The constant inferno bombarded this giant red stronghold.


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