Without any attention paid to them, the fires grew into an inferno as they engulfed the trees that had been overturned by the fallen hulk of metal. The sparks scattered into the air, held aloft by the cool wind blowing in from the mountains, and began to spread the blaze with increasing alacrity. The forest itself was dense with both underbrush and ancient trees, and proved a ripe fuel for the catastrophe that was unfolding.
This hulking behemoth of a structure was once the home of hundreds of people, but now served as their very coffins. Bodies lay askew from the wreck itself, some of them charred and others yet dismembered. The military uniforms were noticeable, but among them were personal belongings; a family photo here, a necklace there, and even a bollycloth imitation of a rather strange six-legged creature, torn halfway apart and smoldering at the edges. The sticky residue of their memories draped the scene, even as the fire raged on.
