The flames were still burning in the remaining charcoal and ashes. Despite Sahazaan's lushness, its vegetation was not inexhaustible. As the last bit of tender green turned to flying ash, the flames also shrank and disappeared with the final popping sounds among the piles of wood. The jungle, burnt into a muddy trail of ashes, was now seated by a burly man whose whole body was wrapped in dust, making him look like a colored person, as he crammed overcooked meat into his mouth amidst the dust.