(Unknown)
I find myself sitting in the middle of a beautiful field, bathed in the golden light of the setting sun. The tall grasses sway gently in the breeze, as if they are dancing to a silent melody only they can hear. The air is filled with the sweet fragrance of wildflowers, their vibrant hues painting a tapestry of colors across the landscape. As I close my eyes, I can almost imagine that I am a part of this breathtaking scene, a solitary figure in a masterpiece painted by nature itself.
But amidst the serenity of this moment, my thoughts wander to a recurring dream that has been haunting me lately. It's a dream of fire, a raging inferno that consumes everything in its path. In my dreams, I find myself standing at the edge of a vast forest, watching in horror as the flames leap from tree to tree, devouring the beauty that once thrived there. The heat sears my skin, and the crackling of the flames fills my ears, a cacophony of destruction and despair.
