Originally Posted by Untitled

Flames licked their skin—passionately, meticulously.

It consumed; it razed; it scorched; but it did so almost elegantly. To the untrained eye, it was mere chaos. The white hot fire danced precariously around the room: on the ceiling, on the walls. But in reality, there was order within this entropic blaze: like a morbid autostereogram, from a sufficient distance, one could almost make out a faint smile.

Truly, it was a masterpiece, a sonata—the notes just happened to be corpses.

Six corpses, to be exact. Six bodies, six lives, six funerals, six obituaries. Six people who, two weeks ago, had never crossed paths—yet true to nature’s sardonic temperament, they burn together, in chorus.

We’re not concerned with how blackened they are, right now. Medium-well, rare; it’s trivial at this point. What is far more interesting is the inexplicable chain of events that served as a catalyst to this spectacle.

Clink.