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As I walked through the woods, I felt the darkness around me, not the peaceful quiet people talk about, but a heavy, twisted feeling. The trees seemed to groan and stretch toward me, their branches like claws trying to pull me in. The air was thick with decay, as if something ancient and powerful was watching. I came to a clearing where the ground was burned black. Smoke still rose from the earth, and I could feel the heat. It wasn?t warmth, it was the kind of heat that comes from destruction, from fire. Fire doesn?t just destroy?it makes way for something new, but only after everything is gone. The forest may seem full of life, but it?s waiting for the fire to come again. The stream was quiet, but it didn?t bring peace. It carried with it ash, the remnants of life that had been taken by the flames. The animals here were not gentle either. A wolf dragged its kill into the shadows, and the birds didn?t sing?they called out like predators. I touched a stone, still warm from the fire that had scarred the land. It didn?t speak like the druids say nature does. It didn?t whisper secrets. It just held the memory of destruction. It reminded me that everything must burn before it can rise again. Fire clears away the old and makes space for the new. That?s the real truth of nature. As I stood there, I felt the fire inside me, stronger than the connection people talk about with the trees or the wind. Fire is the true force of nature. It burns, destroys, and creates. Life is short, and only through fire does it have meaning. Nature isn?t gentle. It?s fire, storms, and chaos. In that moment, I understood. Nature isn?t just about peace and harmony. It?s about life and death, destruction and rebirth. The voice of nature isn?t soft. It?s the crackle of flames, the roar of the earth splitting, the power that sweeps everything away. I am connected to fire. Through it, I hear the true voice of nature. Harrier | |