After the fires burnt out, all that was left were shells
Whispers of smoke escaped their walls every once in a while
All day and night, echoes of former life reverberated
Reaching far into the wide abyss they once occupied
Mountains covered in ash
Wind full of the past
Abrasive as it erodes what is left of the present
Reclaiming, rebirthing
Nerves being allowed to feel for themselves again
Identity forged in fire
Never ending
Growing