Lashings of furious flames stab the dark night in anger and passion, a complete release of fury upon the tarnished world. Slashing and scarring and shredding a cool night's air apart. The tyrannic and evil nature of the fiery beast made even the bravest of souls cower in fear. The overwhelming power and exhausting, selfish, pure rage of the beast now evident in the unforgiving whips of scarlet that burnt the rickety wooden structure to the ground. No reason or rational thought, just pure power and loss of control.

However elaborate the fantasy may be, it is unsatisfying and leaves a bitter taste. I open my eyes to a silent space tinted a calm blue by the night. I gaze briefly upon the unattended wooden structure, turn, and leave. As I walk away I pretend the crunch of my footsteps on the frosty grass are the embers of the destroyed structure crackling as they die away.