Our house in flames

Dawn. Through the mist, morning's early light arises. But a stronger one stands out. It's a wildfire that spreads in the distance. From her home, in the top of the mount, a worried woman faces the flames. But it's not the proximity of danger that troubles her. Inside her house, her daughter sleeps, indifferent to the smoke that enters her room. Dawn. Through the mist, morning's early light arises. But a stronger one stands out. It's a wildfire that spreads in the distance. From her home, in the top of the mount, a worried woman faces the flames. But it's not the proximity of danger that troubles her. Inside her house, her daughter sleeps, indifferent to the smoke that enters her room. Dawn. Through the mist, morning's early light arises. But a stronger one stands out. It's a wildfire that spreads in the distance. From her home, in the top of the mount, a worried woman faces the flames. But it's not the proximity of danger that troubles her. Inside her house, her daughter sleeps, indifferent to the smoke that enters her room. Dawn. Through the mist, morning's early light arises. But a stronger one stands out. It's a wildfire that spreads in the distance. From her home, in the top of the mount, a worried woman faces the flames. But it's not the proximity of danger that troubles her. Inside her house, her daughter sleeps, indifferent to the smoke that enters her room.