Shadows dance, choreographed by flames.
Smoke flicks up into the night, towards oblivion.
The pyre, the gloom, the burnish.
Sun and Moon struggle for dominance in the dawning sky.
Clouds drift...
These past few months, I’ve been impatiently counting down the days I have left in this school. With each passing day, I grow more tired of the monotonous drone of classes;...