16 Fireball Apocalypse

The fireball rose from the mind and rose slowly. In the night, it was just like an orange sun. It was gorgeous and warm, and it seemed to run out of the picture scroll. It hung high in the black night sky and was still moving.

Oh, moving, moving out of my mind, no, running out of the picture scroll. Where to go? Wherever you go? No matter where it comes from, it is so beautiful!

Isn’t that right? The night sky is dark, but this fireball is red-orange, huge, like a new-born sun, rising. Shine on the sea, even touch, so charming, even hear, like some bird flapp......