I dreamt that the world burned.

It started on my street; everything was alight.

First the cars, then the houses, then the people.

Wildfire doesn't spread this fast. Wildfire isn't as all encompassing.

I dreamt the puddles, the animals, the rocks were so violently aflame that it set the sky on fire.

The world was burning, smouldering, screaming.

No ash.

No smoke.

Just fire.

And then I dreamt the crows came back.