" In that same year, tsunamis up the coast had destroyed the rest of those cities he’d only heard about, and the TV was an always-uncomfortable static. All the wreckage, all the ruin, and the ground was brilliant red. Every morning, he would wake to more of the world ending, and the earth laid out a scarlet cloak as though waiting for an emperor to arrive. "

― Sara Barkat , The Shivering Ground & Other Stories