The flames crackled and roared, stretching high into the sky, their fiery tongues licking at the night air. But what they consumed was unimaginable—piles of old photographs, memories frozen in time, reduced to ash with every passing second. The bright orange and yellow danced around images of family gatherings, vacations, and moments frozen forever, now being devoured by an unrelenting inferno.
Amidst the chaos, the fire seemed almost alive, its intense heat sending a wave of discomfort over everything nearby. Yet, it wasn’t the usual wood or debris feeding the flames—it was something more bizarre. A collection of antique furniture, worn and weathered with age, crackled under the pressure of the heat. The elegant wooden chairs, some even from centuries ago, groaned as the fire tore through them, erasing their history in mere minutes.