I was walking along the road with two friends.
The sun was setting.
I felt a breath of melancholy-Suddenly the sky turned blood-red.
I stopped, and leaned against the railing, deathly tired-
looking out across the flaming clouds that hung like blood and a sword over the blue-black fjord and town.
My friends walked on-I stood there, trembling with fear.
And I sensed a great, infinite scream pass through nature.

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