I told them that the day was silent when they fell.
Wealth and Prosperity were beautiful, with their gilded gowns and glass hair.
The raven screeched, with its wings aloft, feathers beating with the sound of engines. Their bodies hummed as they hit the ground before shattering into a million pieces.
We watched, awe so overwhelming amidst their burning skin, as they engulfed us in their goodbye.
"Goodbye," we greeted the coming Fear, who feasted on the corpses of our daughters. "Goodbye," we said before hiding behind bunks, and walls of cautious eyes looked over us in our sleep.
When Wealth and Prosperity fell, our voice became Silence.