Backstory
Ashes float delicate on the breeze. The scent of smoke lingers from where it once billowed. A circle of stones sits still warm but now only holding the smoldering remains of whatever they were built to contain.
A crash.
Someone is fleeing into the forest. This clearing was not always so bereft of company.
Another sound, the wary snap of a twig, someone more cautious is following. Would that they knew what had been left to burn out in the clearing, for it surely was of great import.
What secrets! What intrigue! What could cause such temper to ignite? What could call for such persistent hunting?
Much has been crinkled and cracked and blackened and lost in the inferno lit for just that purpose. Could it have been letters? A keepsake chest? Something more sinister or more damning?
Oh, but if only the embers could rise up and show us! If only it could tell us what made it so valuable and yet so volatile! Tell us your story, campfire. Let us bask in the intrigue and gasp at the scandal!
But soft, after fire come seeds of growth. Born anew from the ashes like phoenix before them do fire poppies sprout. And maybe, if some wandering ghost were to amble by, we may yet gain insight into what would cause one to set their own treasure ablaze, and what would cause another to give chase to such an individual.
A crash.
Someone is fleeing into the forest. This clearing was not always so bereft of company.
Another sound, the wary snap of a twig, someone more cautious is following. Would that they knew what had been left to burn out in the clearing, for it surely was of great import.
What secrets! What intrigue! What could cause such temper to ignite? What could call for such persistent hunting?
Much has been crinkled and cracked and blackened and lost in the inferno lit for just that purpose. Could it have been letters? A keepsake chest? Something more sinister or more damning?
Oh, but if only the embers could rise up and show us! If only it could tell us what made it so valuable and yet so volatile! Tell us your story, campfire. Let us bask in the intrigue and gasp at the scandal!
But soft, after fire come seeds of growth. Born anew from the ashes like phoenix before them do fire poppies sprout. And maybe, if some wandering ghost were to amble by, we may yet gain insight into what would cause one to set their own treasure ablaze, and what would cause another to give chase to such an individual.
(Coming Soon)