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A Fanciful Mind
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From atop its magnificent structure, a figure stands tall to behold the sight in its un-obscured view. The scene opposite to this figure is astonishing. A beautiful carpet of trees masks the ground below for miles. They are tall, thick and usually vibrant with color. However, they are now in the hands of a precarious artist. This artist has taken their shining green and replaced it with a hazy orange. The artist always returns their colors as it leaves the scene though, setting, to rise another day.
Following this trail of trees leads to an abrupt stop. From there, a wide river controls the path, its water creating a bright blue sparkle. That is what you would see had our artist not interfered. However, the eyes of our figure are met by the deep, dark blue that separates the forest from the grasslands which stretch beyond the river as far as the figure can see, fading into the horizon, but not before a few hills are erected which almost seem like a gateway from where the artist leaves the scene.
The sky above is filled with soft white barriers which have shielded the world from our artist's touch throughout the day.
An audible breeze is heard by the ears of the woman atop her structure as it gently flies through her clothes. She breathes in the warm air while admiring the various sounds produced by nature. The birds' tweets blend in with the rustles of the grass. In fact, this melodic mix almost seems like a symphony conducted by Mother Nature. Even the rushing of river waters can be heard from a great distance in this natural, untouched area.
The woman gazes upon the beautiful scene, then turns to look at her own household. Despite its eccentric look, it does not seem to stand out at all in this environment. It is a tall, wooden house which is built deliberately unsymmetrical. It appears to the viewer more like an odd growth in the middle of the forest rather than a man-made home. Even the 50 year old woman standing from its balcony does not give away its natural look. Dressed in a thick brown robe resembling that of ancient monks, only the woman's face is seen. She is rather attractive, despite her white hair. Her blue eyes and clear face convey only one message: She has no regrets.
She closes her eyes as she lets out a relaxed sigh. She is content with the world...
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The woman opens her eyes moments later. Shock overwhelms her as she realizes that she is standing only two meters away from the river she was gazing upon from miles away only moments ago. The river is almost dried up and the water appears quite filthy. It is now night and despite the darkness, she could clearly see the environment around her. Shocked and confused, she jerks her body backwards only to trip and fall on a huge burnt log.
She gathers herself up to witness another shocking sight which paralyzes her body. The reason she is able to see in the darkness of the night is clear now, it is hardly dark at all. The many hundreds of thousands of trees that she was admiring seconds ago are all gone; completely burnt to the ground. Some trees are still ablaze, others merely ash. The pure, beautiful, untouched haven she was staring upon is nothing more than an ugly wasteland now.
She can feel the heat emanating from the fire despite being at least 20 meters away. It starts to rise higher and higher. Her conscious mind tries to run, but her body disobeys. She stares at the monstrous fire, eating away at the remains of the once majestic plain.
Suddenly, the woman breaks out in a coughing fit which knocks her to the ground. It quickly wears off however as she finally regains some control. She turns around to run to the river, the only safe place right now. She is, however, met by an otherworldly sight of a river on fire, the flames crawling over the very waters of the river.
Not making any sense of the situation, she looks around wildly, looking around for any safe place. It seems the fire is growing towards her from all sides. She falls back to the ground as she loses hope of escape and covers her face with her hands; she cannot bear to look at her own death as it approaches.
Suddenly, the woman hears a glimmer of hope. A distant, growing sound of a fire truck! She rises, as does her heart, frantically looking in every direction, searching for her savior.
Her heart begins to sink though, as she sees no cars or trucks anywhere. How could there be cars? She remembers that there have never been any roads anywhere near this area.
She sits back down on the ground and prays for any sort of miracle, perhaps some rain but there is not a cloud in the sky. It takes her a while to realize that only moments ago, before this travesty hit, the sky was full of clouds. This nonsensical sight causes her to break out in tears. She cries and cries. A funny thought crosses her mind for a brief moment: What if her tears could douse the flames? It was odd how such thoughts could penetrate one's mind in their darkest of hours. It, however, gives her a minute smile.
The heat begins to rise once more. It seems to be centered on her left arm. It reaches a point that is no longer bearable. She looks at her arm only to find it ablaze. As this realization hits her, so does the most excruciating pain. She tries to put out the fire to no avail. The woman screams as she runs in circles, flailing her arms around. Having nowhere to run, she falls to the ground, bellowing in agony.
She hopes for the pain to stop, but it only gets worse.
All of a sudden, as if by some convoluted miracle, heavy showers fall which quickly douse all the flames. The feeling of numbness after unimaginable pain is indescribable. The woman closes her eyes, refusing to look at her burnt arm. As quickly and unexpectedly as the rain came, it disappears as soon as the fire dies. She does not attempt to make any sense of the events, she is merely glad to be alive. If she wasn't a believer in God, she would be now.
As she rests on the ground with her eyes closed, she loses consciousness and falls into a deep sleep.
As she wakes up, her eyes are met by a blinding light. She is still in the fire! She jolts upwards in an attempt to run. Her heart begins to furiously pound blood through her body. Seconds pass before her pupils contract and she realizes that the "blinding light" is merely the florescent lights on the ceiling and that she is in a hospital. Her left arm is bandaged. She begins to calm down.
"Oh my! Are you alright ma'me?"
She hears this voice and quickly locates its origin. It is that of a young nurse just entering her room.
"What happened?" asks the woman. "Thank God you're finally awake!" Replies the nurse, "you were out cold for the last 24 hours!"
"What happened?" Reiterates the woman. The nurse tells her in a somewhat perky tone, despite the grim news, "I'm sorry to say this, but your house caught on fire yesterday and suffered much damage. The fire trucks came in just in time though! They found you unconscious on the floor in your balcony and your arm had just caught on fire. You're really lucky you only suffered third degree burns ma'me, who knows what would have happened had the fire trucks not arrived when they did!"
"Unconscious...on my balcony?" asks the woman, mainly to herself as she recollects the events of the previous night.
"But what caused the fire?" asks the woman sternly. "Frankly ma'me, we were hoping you had that answer..." is the nurse's only reply.