The warmth was intense. Blazing oranges, reds, and yellows danced along the horizon. They grew ever closer, threatening to swallow everything whole. Blackness and ash were all that lay behind them. The fiery dancers destroying everything they touched.
It was a beautifully terrifying sight. I couldn't look away, though I knew I needed to run soon. They were growing closer and closer as I watched, transfixed. I pondered what dying by their hand would feel like. People said it hurt only for a moment before you went cold. My eyes dilated at the thought, I loathed the cold.
Turning away from the sight, I was met with another mesmerizing view. He met my eyes and gave me a breathtaking smile. Our friends had evacuated long ago with the other townspeople. Now it was just us and the brave souls who would tango with the fiery dancers blazing towards the town. Looking around a final time, we murmured our goodbyes before vanishing into the cool abyss of night.
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Kalopsia
Short StoryKalopsia (Pronounced ka-lop-sE-a): noun. The delusion of things being more beautiful than they really are. The world around us is changed by our perception. There are things our eyes simply cannot perceive and so we do not see them. Our brains some...
