Fire tumbled across the land, as if a wave. One of destruction and loss, one of heat and chaos.

Everything it’s wispy hands touch dissolve, they’re gone now. Trees and animals, houses and people, water and air, it all goes as the fire rolls.

Ashes are left, grey snow, grey flakes, some are black, some seem beautiful but they’re all evidence of what once was there. The sky fills with ash, filling with grey, as if ink had been dropped and slowly spreads as the white fire eats the world.