Mist Forest Periphery.
In the early morning, the sky gradually brightened.
The sun had not yet fully risen, casting only a faint light on the distant horizon behind the dense canopy, giving the entire sky a gradient of colors.
From the brightness at the edge, to the colorful purple haze, finally spreading to the remnants of the night's blackness.
"Crackle."
An extremely faint sound of tiny explosions.
The pile of charred black wood stacked crosswise still retained some warmth, sending a gentle heat to stir the thin mist in the air, but no longer breathed life.
A gentle breeze passed through, silently awakening a flash of deep red nestled in the coals, which burst with its last warmth, leaping suddenly skyward like a spark, drawing a short but intense crimson trail through the frigid air.
Strangely enough, this tiny piece of ember did not dissipate rapidly in the surrounding moisture as one might expect.
