the world on fire...
It is over. The moonlight illuminates the barren ground. Small fires still burning imply the appalling feast I craved for and eventually created. It is so peaceful now, not a single sound. I wonder through the remnants, my feet are black from ash. I kneel and grab the embers. A tear slopes down my cheek. If only I did not have to do it. If only I had a choice.....
Now I am alone, wondering through the dark desert I created for myself. There’s nothing else left to be burned. MY SOUL WAS AT THE STAKE FIRST.

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