The sky screamed in orange.

In the heavily controlled environment of Biosphere IV, it was rare for the sky to take on colours that were not blue, white, grey or black. The moment the sky turned orange - with the festering heat of the real sun seeping through the protective fabric, everyone turned to the sky, unable to resist the temptation of not looking, and suffering the searing pain that sunk into their unprotected eyes.

No one thus noticed the lone makeshift raft pieced together shakily with old metallic frames and patches of blue tin sheets bob towards the shore at the banks of River Saraswati and no one saw the heap of orange clothes resting on the makeshift raft that seemed to vaguely move.

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"DO NOT LOOK AT THE SKY!" The alarms were blaring across Biosphere IV, at least in the areas where people still lived. Birds screeched in unison trying to hide under the cover of trees that were suddenly starting to droop as the full power of the sun's angry haze burned to the ground, "THIS IS AN EMERGENCY SITUATION! PROCEED IMMEDIATELY INSIDE!" Screams echoed across the buildings as people and animals began trying to get inside.

And still no one noticed the heap of orange clothes on the makeshift raft move and unwind and grab fistfuls of the earth with dark human hands and knobbly elbows. No one saw the figure stretch out limbs towards the sky.

And he began to scream with the sky.