APOCALYPSE OF THE PURPLE HAZE

The sky churned with a sickly lavender haze. It crept across the landscape, swallowing all in its path. Cities fell silent, deserted. The afflicted walked among us, their eyes glowing with a sinister light. The air itself felt oppressive, laden with the scent of rot. There was nowhere to hide from this haze-born nightmare. This was the Purple Haze