The field was filled with flowers. Red, yellow and pink flowers as far as the eye could see. Never had i seen anything so beautiful. The field seemed endless. I had a feeling that i could walk for day, weeks maybe, without ever reaching the end of the field. The flowers stood in spiral patterns and circles. It was amazing. The smell was like a sweet childhood afternoon, you know the kind of lazy summerdays, where you are right in the middle of summer, and you never ever have to go back to school. That`s the kind of smell that was hanging in the air. The smell of young girls and the sound of bees was all around. The field was burning. The flowers turned black and, like in slow motion, the ashes rose against the sky. The wind hurtled the ash slowly, slowly against the sky. The sky was completely black, i could see nothing but ash and the fire from the burning field. Everything died. The world consisted of two colours - black and orange. Tears were streaming down my face, as if they wer