XXXIV
How’d
that fireplace light up like that? You wonder, treading toward your
left. There’s probably a switch or something.
As you search, the fire seems to glow
brighter and brighter. You can’t,
however, find anything strange about the ancient fireplace. The bricks are dusty and cracked. The burnt logs seem fresh and real.
All of a sudden, you realize that the
flame had become bright blue. You can’t
tear your eyes off of it.
You desperately shake your head, but
it merely causes your eyes to ache.