Her eyes of glistening emerald drunk in the atmosphere. With every blink, she grew intoxicated and her stomach turned. Everywhere she looked, smoke billowed out of every orifice in the city. Her knees buckled beneath her, setting her in the grass with an unceremonious thud. There would be bruises. She would feel them later, but not now. There was too much to feel. The streets she used to walk, the faces she used to recognise— they were all burning.