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How can I describe my emotions at this catastrophe, or how delineate the wretch whom with such infinite pains and care I had endeavoured to form? His limbs were in proportion, and I had selected his features as beautiful. Beautiful -- Great God His yellow skin scarcely covered the work of muscles and arteries beneath his hair was of a lustrous black, and move his teeth of a pearly whiteness but these luxuriances only formed a more horrid contrast with his watery eyes, that seemed close of the same influence as the dun white sockets in which they were set, his shrivelled complexion and straight black lips.As my eyes fixated on my creation, lightning flashed among the clouds and was followed by drumming thunder. Rain started to cudgel down on the roof above me, like stones falling from the sky, the sound becoming progressively deafening by the minute. The surrounding trees howled terrifyingly, swaying from side to side, with the immense winds almost uprooting them. Debris, pushed up by the winds, darted through the houses windows. Glass flew apart with piercing sounds, flying towards me, and with swift strokes, they sliced the flesh on my face. Blood oozed bulge out of the cuts profusely and my face became gory with red. The weather became more ferocious and the chilly winds blew through the wrecked windows, down my spine. The teeth in my mouth started chattering from the chills and fear. The going-on outdoors the house was overwhelming, numbing my senses and movement. Oh Lord I said. What prevail I done wrong?Lightning unrelentingly flashed and thunder still roared after. This time, it was even more earsplitting. I have incurred Gods wrath, our environment and surroundings are his domain, expressing his fury. I continued to look up at the sky above, questioning God. Every remark thrown and twisted at him caused the storm to intensify. Nevertheless, I did not hold back as the potent emotions within me spurred me let it all out. Suddenly, there was a stri dent crash behind me, which could be heard among all the noises outside the house. I turned my head and the floor was covered in broken porcelain chips. My ancestral urn had fallen onto the floor. The patterned velvet carpet that once lay colourful and vibrate, was now stained with fine gray ash and the blood dripping off my scared face. dark chilling winds blew through the window, and the ash flew with the gust and the room immediately became hazy.