The world was burning. The people were scattered, they were running everywhere. There was screaming, shouting, and tears in their eyes. I stood there calmly. I did not move. A young boy ran up to me and his eyes were filled with tears. He screamed but I did not flinch. I stood there silent and watched the world go up in flames. The boy’s mother ran up to him and then went bent down on her knees before me. She cried her heart out, but I did not move or blink. This was the end. This was the beginning of the end.