### As you pick up the charred remains, a flood of sensations fills your mind. *Acrid smell of smoke. Flashes of blue and red. Yelling and smashing. Fear.* Sky falling down. Ground bursting. Fire burning hot. Anger burning hotter. Metal and flame in front. Spine and sinew behind. Warm dirt below. Huddle down into earth. Can only wait. For peace, for the end. For my journey to the tree.