At that moment, the sky fell.
Like the vibrations from her hand clap overcame the sky’s structure. Cracking like a punched mirror, but silently. Little fissures and crevices branched like spiderwebs and radiated outward, allowing bits of an ultra-violet, purple color to seep through from behind.
As pieces of the blue sky separated, they slid down the sides of the earth, like a reverse snow globe, following the earth’s curvature, down and around until all that was left was a new purple sky.