I stepped off alone into a stiff easterly wind, caught between flashes of rain throughout the night. Even the blank stands sharpened on edge.
On the final set, just as the first light cracked the horizon, I dropped five. One of those moments that hits hard and slow—like time folding in on itself. A single raindrop landed, almost like it chose that exact second. And in the same breath, the first shot broke.
The sound wasn’t sharp—it came in low and heavy, a violent crack behind the soft kiss of rain. The raindrop shattered into a whimper, lost in the shockwave of heat and blood as the round hit, fragmenting through meat and bone.
Two elements collided in that instant—one gentle, one merciless. One vanished without a trace. The other left a mark time won’t wash away.
Here is the video:
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On the final set, just as the first light cracked the horizon, I dropped five. One of those moments that hits hard and slow—like time folding in on itself. A single raindrop landed, almost like it chose that exact second. And in the same breath, the first shot broke.
The sound wasn’t sharp—it came in low and heavy, a violent crack behind the soft kiss of rain. The raindrop shattered into a whimper, lost in the shockwave of heat and blood as the round hit, fragmenting through meat and bone.
Two elements collided in that instant—one gentle, one merciless. One vanished without a trace. The other left a mark time won’t wash away.
Here is the video:
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