[He exhales, a slow and broken motion, as though bracing.]
It's this forest, dear Khun. And this...
[Distress will build in Khun's chest; not his own, but of a phantom, stumbling and bleeding and desperately trying to will something, something in him, something innate, to stop.
The picture grows clearer, in bits and shades, with the sky coated orange and thickly coated with ash from roaring fires. Buildings have been completely flattened. The cliffsides that face the distant sea are crumbling, clean holes carved straight through them by an unnatural force. The bodies are still fresh, still bleeding. But not moving.
cw: mass death (My broken bold tag.............. im ashamed)
It's this forest, dear Khun. And this...
[Distress will build in Khun's chest; not his own, but of a phantom, stumbling and bleeding and desperately trying to will something, something in him, something innate, to stop.
The picture grows clearer, in bits and shades, with the sky coated orange and thickly coated with ash from roaring fires. Buildings have been completely flattened. The cliffsides that face the distant sea are crumbling, clean holes carved straight through them by an unnatural force. The bodies are still fresh, still bleeding. But not moving.
All blown outward from a single point.
Where you now stand.]
This is a memory.