I Mistook Redemption for Possession, and Now the Tsundere Dragon Is Crying

Dusk falls on the Triassic once more. The enormous orange-red sun slowly sinks below the jagged horizon of Pangaea, setting the clouds ablaze in one last burst of splendor and glory. Then all fades into silent indigo and starlight. Another instant in the span of billions of years has passed. And what I recorded seems to contain just a little more than “an instant,” something impossible to quantify.