{19th March 2016: 1:10am}
A fire can spread through your veins, if you let it. A fire can crawl through your spine, reach out to your fingertips. A fire can control you, it can weaken you or even destroy you.
A fire was what destroyed nature; it burnt down all that was beautiful, until there was nothing left but the ash that lay there on the ground, weeping, crying. Helpless.
There was nothing left. Everything that had been, everything that could have been; it had all disintegrated, scattered across the land, fragmented.
For a while after, nothing happened. The fallen ones were wept for, the broken souls never healed. There was a pause in the timeline, where nothing happened, when everything should have happened.
The fire burned on.
All that was left was a small seed. It had not been seen, buried among the ash, hidden away like it was worthless. But it grew and grew and grew, until in its place there stood a sapling.
It was a wonderful curiosity; a life born out of death. A sacrifice that was worth taking, if it meant a chance to start again. And the sapling grew.
And the fire burnt on.
Soon, there was a tree. And then there were two. Three. Four. Soon, they multiplied, and eventually, there became too many to count.
The ashes had been a foundation. Suddenly, hope had found its way back home. It was time to protect the sacred. The pure.
There was now a barricade, woven together by branches of love and hate, of trust and fear.
A forest was born.
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twilight
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