Lucius Aelius Milo

Shining. Soldier. Fighting. Crying. Children. Running. Flaming. Fire. Burning. For a breath moment time was no more. Nothing changed. No one moved. The last moment where the world still seemed ok. Sisters arguing over the color of their dresses. Brothers dueling over the bigger slice. The last moment where the world still seemed ok. Suddently. Houses collabsing. Fire engulfing. People screeming. The last moment is over. Dresses in all the colors of the rainbow. **Red**. Spices in all the flavours one can ever imagine. **Burnt**. People in all the stages of life. **Dead**. The market is on fire. The pillars that gave this place identity and character are crumbling into pieces, falling one by one. The blankets that provided shade for so long turned into traps for everyone but the fastest visitors. The wooden doors that were strong enough to keep everyone out turn into sticks breakable by looks alone.