Suddenly, with a pop, there is dark, as if God himself had changed his mind, had decided light wasn't all that great after all.
But no. The heavenly lights still gleam: stars and stars and galaxies of stars and a bright lunar wink.
Perhaps, instead, God decided to remind these two blocks on the city's electrical grid of the beauty interwoven with the first words to echo through the nothingness:
Let there be light.
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