Hammerhead

I remember the first time. Everything turned to dust and blew away. Buildings turning into mountains of sand. Peoples words turned into lightning bugs, slowly glowing into the sky. The sky as blue as I had ever seen it. Great hammerheads were soaring in the air above me, and I desperately wanted to join them. I knew I could fly, and yet my feet were like stone. I ran after them, trying so hard to leap up and take flight, but no matter how hard I tried, I always fell back to earth. They would not wait for me, and soon they began to fade into the distance. I fell to my knees and there I turned to stone. Forever bound to the earth as the Great ones disappeared forever.