I stood in a loincloth, on one of the slopes of a huge, at least a hundred meters, volcano, along which magma flowed, at the foot, cracking into many rivers and small lakes, around which there was a forest, an unnatural blood-red color, periodically interspersed islands of black, dried trees. Above all this towered clouds, the same blood-red, filling the entire sky. Flashes of flame, shaped like lightning, shot out from them here and there, something huge was moving behind the clouds, as if I was looking at the ocean from the bottom up. But I was almost happy to see this terrifying splendor, happy to finally crawl out of my shell, towards this terrible and cruel world. I smiled the smile of a maniac from ear to ear, because now, after everything I had experienced, the only thing I wanted was to destroy him.