残夏の地鳴り #残夏の重低音

theme: The Deep, Heavy Bass of Late Summer no percussion, no drum, I threw my entire body weight into turning the seized, rusted valve with all my might, With a harsh, grinding *creak*, the gears finally engaged, The next instant, the massive hatch overhead slowly opened, revealing a dark vertical shaft leading to the surface, The "residual heat" that had been swirling within the underground space was instantly sucked up toward the lower-pressure surface, *BOOM!* It wasn't the rumble of the earth; it sounded like the final, triumphant roar of that lingering summer heat being unleashed into the sky, A blast of crimson hot air spiraled upward like a dragon, racing up the shaft, Bracing myself against the shock of the surging heatwave, I clung to the crumbling railing and gazed up at the pillar of red light rising toward the heavens, ‑percussion, ‑drum