• The girl rested her elbows on the railing of the bridge and sighed at the scene before her. The beautiful, iridescent surface of the pond reflected the setting sun. The colors saffron, violet, sky blue blended together in that endless void, known as the sky. Small purple clouds floated by lazily, their edges touched with pink. A temperate breeze caressed her face and tousled her long, dark hair. She leaned into the picturesque view and wondered why sunsets were different every day.
    She took one step to the right and spontaneously combusted.