Beyond the red fires of the fire, the smoke is puffed up. Fear is everywhere. Fear, like facing the end of the world. And there is not even a single piece of land where you can hide. It's hell on earth. There's no hope. There's not a single loophole. Fire is everywhere. Smoke is all around. With nowhere to hide. Only smoke. It is so thick you can't even see the sky, and everything's pitch black. I don't know what happens next. I do not yet believe in this darkness, in this nothingness, in this absolute end of everything.