He dreams. Light pierces through clouds to illuminate the lush greenery. He leaps and spins, twists and bows to flowers and trees. As he moved across the meadow, the greenery wilts, browning and dying behind feet so light and elegant; the clouds began raining ash down, filtering the light stabbing through. His head tilts and he whirls as a dervish; destroying all behind and killing all before. He realizes what has happened, slowing for only a moment before regaining speed, even going faster. He was dancing to destruction.
