If I had recorded it on my phone the video would have only lasted 15 seconds. It happened near the tunnel by the lake.

An atomic, blood-red orb rose up from nothing beneath the dark silhouette of tree line across the lake. Leaves have not yet returned, so it was an outline with a jagged edge from naked hardwood branches and spears of evergreens clawing upward. The tree line was a dark-blueish blackout curtain above the contours of the land. The sun had to climb upward to be seen.

In real time it moved. I could actually see the sun rise tick by tock. Brilliant crimson hues gushed from behind the dark shapes of the horizon, torching land and water and clouds. From the corner of my eye I caught sight of the Welcome Center with its floor-to-ceiling glass flaming as if the whole structure was........

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