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WHEN THE TREE FALLS, THE LEAVES SCATTER.
brilliant gleaming leaves of pink-purplish hue float through the air and settle at his boots. it would be a gorgeous sight had it not been for the crackle of crimson flames that surrounded him, drawing forth a heated blush from his cheeks. it was hot, but dottore could stand the warmth. the fire is bright, blinding him.
it lasts for twenty, thirty minutes. the flame becomes no more than an ember at his feet, clinging to a single blackened branch. he snuffs it out with his heel.
fire cares not of the time it vanishes, only that it gives heat and light.