Light filtered strangely through the mosaic ceiling. Lightning threw the faces into sharp relief as thunder gave voice to the demons depicted.
Jess stared, transfixed as she listened to the audio tour.
“The Baptistry of Florence has seen the baptisms of many notable figures. In fact, the poet Dante, famous for his Divine Comedy…”
The player abruptly died in unison with the structure’s artificial lights.
Rain turned to hail. Thunder laughed as the mosaic crumbled, revealing a blood red sky.
No lightning, realized Jess numbly as winged figures swept in with the hail but… Where did the noise come from?