#dontstealthis

My skin had burnt to a crisp long ago, and I am no longer recognizable as a human. My vision is fading in and out, but I still look around to find myself in a wasteland of ash and fire. What was grass at some point is no longer existent. Only ash is left in its place. There is nothing of value as far as the eye can see; a burnt valley of ash and fire. Cries of some god-forsaken creature echo from a distance far from myself, thank the gods. Something other than myself seems to be willing me to continue forward. I lay amongst my dead brethren, signs of some massive battle I can’t seem to remember. There are burnt trees and lava spewing out of holes in the ground all around me. The sky is blacker than night, yet dotted with orange bursts of light...or fire? I hear what sounds like burnt wood crunching under heavy weight, the sound getting louder every moment I lay. I taste the ash in my mouth, a bitter, potent taste I would not wish for others to experience.As I lay, I ponder what brought me here to begin with. What was my mission, my goal, what was I trying to obtain?

Art post since Peri did one. Two photos since one is already my profile picture xD 

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