Searing, consuming heat. In this place of blinding light there is no thought, no pain, no joy.

Just a scream.

One scream which rebounds and reverberates and sings of rebirth.

Fingers dig mercilessly through the ash, attempting to gather all the remnants of what once was and mould it back together into some semblance of the recognizable. Tears muddy the unnecessary and the dust slips through the fingers into memory.

New and frightening and smudged with death a new being shall arise.

...Happy New Years...