Fire.
Lots and lots of fire, or lava, or magma. That'd be great.
To watch things be consumed slowly or quickly. by a hungry uncontrollable beast.
Having tasty snacks that that beast had melted just for you was even better.
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In the middle of nowhere.
Alone.
A flame flickered and was gone as the wind. Like a small important but unreadable thought only thought by those who had not yet woken fully. They were also the only ones who understood fully, but when up, forgot. This was the waking thoughts of Mart Mc'koy, the strange one. Born in the state of waking and asleep, he understood it fully forever. He saw the flow for the flame and the flame for the flow. But as anyone would know, the flow was the flow and not the flame, and the flame was the flame and not the flow. This was why Mart Mc'koy was strange, he saw it all different then the odd did, or for you, the normal. Alas this fleeting thought was gone and he was up for more food for the flow. Then after the flow was running again he sought after his burning flame in his throat. He soon killed the flame in his throat and continued his trek though the dirt forest, stamping his feet through the wooded ground. Mart found a streak of cats, barking and yowling mad. Then he met his timely fate and ventured off into the sparkling high waters above.
