Akeringa Fire Units - The Fire That Ripped

Eerie and silent, occasional breeze flapping and tapping. Darkness all around, like a devil in the night. Hiding in corners, illuminations of reflection, torch guiding my steps. Structures quite sound, still... slow as I go. Breathing in the fibres of my mask. Emotions and feelings filled with fear, as my imagination compensates for my thankful lack of presence on the night.

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