I don't know where I was. There were no buildings in sight for quite some distance. The sky was pitch black, except for the perfectly round moon. I wished Renko was there to read the location for me.
Suddenly, I heard the sound of a large explosion. There was no clear source, but it seemed to have come from somewhere high above, hundreds of meters above my head.
I turned up to the sky, where I found an incredibly beautiful sight. The canvas of black was being... painted by colorful lights.
When I say the sky changed color, it wasn't the natural gradient of dawn or dusk. Instead, it was as if pure light had been condensed into solid form, and arranged on top of it in intricate patterns. These patterns swept across the sky in waves, advancing from both corners of my vision toward the moon in the center.
From the west, beads of dazzling rainbow. They crossed over each other at elegant angles, seven colors blending together.
From the east, bursts of vibrant flame. I might have believed they were pieces of the sun that had escaped into the night.
The two waves crashed together like cymbals, sending sparks raining down everywhere. The power was intense, tangible; however, it didn't strike me as dangerous. In fact, the flicker of the fire looked very... comforting. Familiar, as if I'd seen it somewhere before. I don't think it would have hurt me even if I were watching from close up. That's just my feeling, though.
Once the curtains of light cleared, for a split second, I swear I saw a pair of silhouettes framed against the shape of the moon. Two figures, flying together among the fireworks. How romantic...
The last thing I felt was a gust of wind pick up behind me... and then I woke up.