My dreams were filled with fire.
Flames would flicker like serpents tongues.
At times it was warm, gentle feeling, much like a campfire. Other times it was flesh eating, hair scorching, cremating fire that I never could escape.
Nights like those would cause my cries to be heard by the entire world.
However, I didn't scream for the pain. I screamed for the others I'd see, Burning just like I was.
There was a single difference though.
They had given up.