WALT write a piece of moment in time writing
Our hearts pulsed like an earthquake, each a fire burning inside an unearthly shell. We were all faceless ghosts. We had no eyes. Only visors. We had no faces. Only helmets. We had no hands. Only gloves. We had no skin. Only suits. But inside each shell, there was a deathly amount of silence, and concentration. I tasted the sweet, summer rain, and smelled black gold. Our wings hummed, as if we were dragonflies. Finally the lights went out. We zipped away, as if we were cheetahs.