Description

I hear the crackling of the fire burning and feeding. I see red, I see only red, I feel hot and I can hardly stop my eyes without getting into it. Clouds of smoke burning and reddish, air so unbreathable that you can feel your insides burning. But even the most overwhelming and violent fire stops and leaves behind the death of nature. It is not the sadness of the sensations that will take over because the dream will not leave room for reality. Everything is much more beautiful than it may appear.