Strange Skies

The only colour visible in the sky was the blood red sphere of the sun, partially veiled by a darkness which was itself smeared and afflicted by the discs scablike aura.
The whole world felt electric, as if just before a storm, but something also felt unearthly, perhaps even portentous, a strange sentience that cowed the people below and made them look up as if suddenly aware of being watched.
And the light in the apartment swiftly transformed: it became bruised, almost intimidated, by the darkling atmosphere outside.
No one dared speak. It felt as if the silence forbade it.