A young man trekked into the lush forest.
He reached down and gathered sticks in his hands.
He needed kindling to heat up the hut.
Suddenly the ground trembled at his feet.
How strange it was to feel the land shaking.
His eyes darted to the massive mountain.
The jagged rock stabbed into the blue sky.
The rumbling welled up in the mountain.
Fear overwhelmed him and he stumbled back.
The mountain shook more aggressively now.
The pointed top crumbled and fell away.
Lava burst forth like a shot in the sky.
The searing liquid flowed down from all sides.
He raced away, desperate to escape.
The lava gushed as if unstoppable.
Trees and plants burst into flames on contact.
As he ran, he couldn't help glancing back.
He found it beautiful in a strange way.
The glowing lava overpowered all.
He was in awe of the great destroyer.
He tripped and fell, the lava came close now.
He tried to crawl away, but he was slow.
The scorching wave was mere inches away.
He closed his eyes and accepted his fate.
