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As the daybreak painted the sky with a delicate amber glow, its gentle radiance mingled with a subtle tinge of crimson and was punctuated by the presence of somber, slate-gray clouds.
The landscape stood shrouded in a haze, obscuring the clarity of its surroundings.
A veil of mist draped over the terrain, rendering visibility a challenge. An eerie stillness pervaded the air, as if the world itself held its breath in a ghostly hush, bereft of life and vitality.
The once-familiar ground lay transformed into a charred expanse, its surface resembling the aftermath of a fiery inferno. Scattered throughout, the remnants of once proud structures had been reduced to mere grains of sand, strewn in a desolate tapestry that whispered tales of destruction and loss.
The smell of burnt flesh filled the air as well as the horrid smell of intensities and brain matters that scattered everywhere one stepped.