To ash, ash, and ash.

The sound of crackling is the only source of sound, village houses belonging to families that had probably lived there for generations to ash, to natural death, everything will return to dust. But how soon this was. Villagers remaining run by to prolong the inevitable for just a few more decades or years. The latter if the toxic smoke had entered their unfortunate lungs.

The landlord no where in his land’s site. Ironic.