The sun was gone. In its place hung a low, bruised purple nebula. The grass still had individual blades, but they swayed in a wind that didn’t exist. And his house… his beautiful, mortgage-free mansion… was unfolding.
Nothing happened.
The next day, Leo built a front porch swing. Two seats. -BEST- BLOXBURG SCRIPT
Leo tried to move. No. The script had taken his controls. He could only watch. The sun was gone