I like flames.
Especially when it started from a small, jumping flame, and then it was so fast and violent, with a wave of fanaticism, expanding as fast as the wind. It quickly turned into a huge wall of fire, roaring and burning greedily with its huge mouth open. The tongue of fire kept spitting out and retracting, burning the air around me, and kept getting closer to me. In just an instant, even the air suddenly becomes restless and crazy. I think it would like to burn all the air if possible.
Then it just devoured everything around me right in front of my eyes. Then. All that was left was ashes. No matter what it was before. All that's left is the ashes. But I still like fire. I love watching the fire burn. Or rather. I just like to see destruction. Yes. Destroy.
This article is dark. This is a story with a bit of hatred, lies, love and freedom. Cover made by Notte~I love you to death>3