Scribble: You can blame this on "Storm Coming."

      Running atop raindrops, the sleek machine kept a single glowing eye upon the horizon, an azure star streaking across the night sky. Long, slender antennae bobbed with each footfall, as powerful legs became nothing more than a silver blur shimmering beneath the moon. Puddles exploded in the runner's wake, the comet bounding over fallen trees and stones without second thought.
      There's little time, the runner thought, leaping into the air across a small cleft in the forest floor. Hope I'm not too late...