The sky is filled with stars. I walk slowly trying not to think. I am numb, I don't feel. My heavy legs drag as if they were of metal. I continue walking toward my home.
Faces line up one after another.
Great grandparents, dead for a long time, are asking me for their graves. Mothers in panic are looking for their children. Everywhere fire, houses are burning. I want the fire to stop. I want the scream to stop.