Suddenly, the festive scene takes a turn, when an unnatural gust of wind howls down from above. The powerful burst of air tosses food, blankets, plates, and even a few people off the ground to scatter them around the lawn. The crowd’s collective confusion lingers for a moment, until someone lets loose a shrill scream.
Despite the high heat and humidity, thousands of Fourth of July celebrators are packed in tight, using blankets, coolers and flags to stake claim to almost every inch of green grass.
Having consumed its prize, the purplish gooey edges of the tear sizzle and crackle then fold back in on itself. The rip disappears even faster than it appeared, sucking up a large gust of air from the earth as it does.
A screech over their heads causes both of them to peer upwards. Some 90 meters above, the black night sky begins to tear apart – as if sliced by an invisible jagged knife. As the rip increases in length, its innards ooze out a pulsating purple blob that gathers around its edges. As the gooey
A thunderous boom rattles the pavement, followed immediately by a fierce wind that tosses debris across the alleyway.
Out of sight from the millions of technology-clad citizens and artificial intelligence buzzing around 31st century Manhattan, Möbius silently toils away in the dark while a man in a body suit watches intently over his shoulder.
