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The sky darkened. The moon moved before the sun, blotting out the sunlight in momentary increments until the world became a shadowy place, darkness scarring the light.

He gazed at the miracle, oblivious to the scene in front of him and the frenzy he had created. He had been so patient. So focused. He’d interpreted the signs correctly, and now he was being rewarded.

He murmured at the sky, “...And the sun became black as sackcloth of hair, and the moon became as blood.”

Then it began to pass, and the man felt his heart stir once more. So many things to do.

He left the parking lot. No one noticed him.