Siverfale
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The fire ravaged the forest for many days.
The grass and trees suffered in the flames.
It seemed that the pain from the fire would never subside.
But the fire died down, and the pain was gone.
And in place of the forest, there was only ash and cinders.
You can guess what soundtrack would suit this mood.
Where do we go?
Where do we end up when we save the world?
Where do we end up when we save the world?