Inficere

Centuries-old buildings were on fire. As I was flying over them, it seemed as if they simply weren't supposed to burn. Having endured so many generations and witnessed several eras, in the middle of the vast landscape, this seemed impossible. But they were burning. The air was filled with pungent smoke. " Well, it's fortunate that ghosts don't fear death," I hummed and continued my flight, immersed in my thoughts, contemplating that the fire in these buildings might be the epitome for the fact that everything in this world has its end.