A voice whispered in my ear. "This is how it must be. The fire must burn away everything and show evil for what it truly is".
"I don't understand" I called out. But the voice was gone.
My sight began to clear. The cosmic fire that had blinded me was slowly fading away.
I fell to my knees, refusing to see the beautiful pastel world laid bare before me.
No color. No beauty. The whisper of a breeze stirring the smoke from a decimated world.