And then the vulcano erupted, destroying with it the town of naive hopefuls praying it remained a mountain. But it was only a matter of time. They did not run. They awaited their fate with an open embrace, knowing this was always their destiny.
The molten lova transformed the green fields to a barren desert, creating a blank canvas for a new ecosystem, and wiped away the inhabitants with eyes shielded from the heat's striking bright rays. All for new, with a new sun, and a new horizon.
No longer in cold.
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