Freeze of Nyan-life

I was walking down the hallway with my mom and dad. The sun was setting. Suddenly, the sky turned blood red. I stopped and leaned against the fence, feeling extremely tired. It was as if the sofa was covered with tattered fabric like tongues of flame. Dad and the others kept walking, but I stood there, shaking and fighting with anxiety. And I heard the endless cry that pierces through nature.