Into the valley she ambled.
Down,
down,
down.
Tunneling through tunnels. Dusty funnels no end in sight, yet waiting for that
inevitable light to gleam.
The smoke came first.
Still she walked.
Vision hazy and hair gray with ash.
Rocks beneath began to burn.
Still she walked.
Feet blistered and shoes with melting soles.
Fire burst before her.
Still she walked.
Skin charring and mouth thick with flame.
The air began to cool.
Still she walked.
Her blackened body shedding to the ground,
rough
bitter
flakes.
The tunnel opened to a weeping sky.
Still she walked.
Her naked limbs raw and fresh and her hands reaching up
to the One she trusted.
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