Back to my home page/introI hold my palm out, concentrating; a glowing yellow disk appears within it. The crowd watches expectantly.
I toss the disk underhanded into the air. It soars upwards against the dark clouds.
It hovers, glows, explodes, hurls forth other foci of light. They too hover, glow, and explode, covering the sky as far as we can see. The gray clouds coruscate with golden streamers of destruction. Gradually they fade away.
The sky is left blue.
The audience applauds politely. I shrug my shoulders and step down.
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