Squad141
The Purple Soul
"The stars do not bind us, but instead incline us."
Morning fell upon the chilly winds of Pickwick, Wisconsin, as an aerial event unlike many ended with the rising of the multi-colored sun. Across the town, families awoke, briefly remembering that they wouldn't be taking their children to school that day, many falling back into their soft pods of comfort as the morning skipped on. In fact, on this fine Monday morning, the town would soon fully awaken, employees would start shift, children's go out to play in the unnaturally early snowfall, and restaurants filled with breakfast goers.
However, to handful of citizens, something would shake them awake that morning. Perhaps it would come in the form of a bad dream, or the feeling of phantom pain, or even a jolt of sleep paralysis, but nonetheless, something was off. It was not right, certainly not of the natural realm, yet many of them brushed it off. It wasn't a problem, and they had routines to get to.
After all, it was just a normal Monday, right?