“And throw them into the fiery furnace. In that place there will be weeping and gnashing of teeth.”

Beautiful fires cradled this world, the forest seemed but ablaze with the reds teething around. Autumn was here, and soon winter would follow. But between such weathers was always a beauty inbetween that not even spring and summer could compare to. The world was dashed in red, just like their own.

There was a man in the woods, and they smiled at the forest.