Phoenix Maplewood Of my virtue I am justly proud,

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

—Matthew 13:50

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.