And so begins another life, born through smoke and ashes, unspoken words sketched out in an untouched notebook. Lightning strikes cloud against sky as a gentle breeze moves through the treetops. The past hovers in the air like holy incense as memories and emotions wash my heart clean. Night sights and smells fill me up, draining me of the self I once owned completely. The empty space that remains waits for a new beginning. All that I can do now is hope and pray that the apocalypse does not destroy all that I hold dear...