In City Park the air shimmered. A wisp of thick black smoke squeezed through the shimmer. It curled through the air and twisted towards the city buildings.

It moved quickly.

It moved with purpose.

It moved with anger.

It moved with hate.

It was dissipating by the time it got to the buildings. As a bird flew through it, the darkness dispersed and vanished.

The bird fell to the ground … dead.