Smoke. There was smoke everywhere. The burning particles filled up his lungs as he gasped for air. Kevin sat up from where he was laying. How did he get there? He observed the area around him. He was in a forest, but it wasn't any normal forest. There was fire everywhere. Fire and smoke and havoc. He did not feel frightened, somehow. Through his wheezing, he felt safe. The fire did not touch him. It commemorated him. And he commemorated it. He was one with the fire. Updates on Tuesdays or Wednesdays!
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