(I'd never ask you to do something I wouldn't take a crack at myself! Here's my own interpretation of the "Restless Dawn" photo. In the meantime, keep those Readers' Choice votes coming!)
by Jason Evans
Dawn's light burned on the bedroom wall. Unable to sleep for weeks, Nami watched the embers grow.
Her body brimmed. It was a molten power, flowing from her skin. It encircled the island of her husband's breaths beside her.
The red ignited. Time to go.
She crept down the stairs, and gravity sipped her footfalls like nectar on cracked lips. Outside, dew on the grass baptized her. She spread her arms to the sky's crimson cathedral. The Earth was waking. She felt its confusion.
Her heartbeat stilled the air.
Hushed the world to....
The power roared. Exploded from her in all directions.
Behind the distortion, tree trunks corrected microscopically. The burble of streams smoothed, earthworms turned in their tunnels, and the clouds sketched perfect geometries.
She sang to the wave. The melody of Earthquakes. Lightning. Of land eroding into the sea. Across the globe, Nami's lullaby swept through bedrock and deep ocean currents. It tuned the molecules, and the ancient Earth harmonies emerged. The resonance lifted her.
Until she touched it.
An impenetrable blackness on a far off continent.
A chaos. Destruction's womb.
She heard rushing. Rumbling.
The wind reversed, and the answering wave hit her. She flailed and crashed to the ground.
The perfection shook from soil and stone. The harmonies shattered. Disorder returned.
Something was down there where the Earth turned toward night.
She felt its faceless thoughts.
And its eternal resolve to stop her.