The titanium white lightning, which are veins in a human body, crackles like vegetables on a barbeque. It is a weaver ant colony dominantly expanding their presence throughout the forest. In the middle of nowhere black paint swiftly ushers down the burnt sienna clay mould while the “creation” violently spews out molten rocks, SpLaT sPLat! Ash in the air builds up, the aroma smells like a burnt Cuban cigar. Eventually, the vicious volcano dies down, life barely alive. The dense air diminishes and in the middle of nowhere without a sound, the eruption comes to an end…
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