Flames consumed a tropical rainforest.
Rowan ran barefoot across burning earth, carrying two heavy buckets of water from the nearby river. Smoke filled his lungs, and his eyes streamed with tears, but he didn't stop or hesitate.
"No..."
He dumped the water onto the flames.
Steam hissed, but the fire barely slowed, as the dancing sparks quickly consumed the ancient trees. Animals screamed, birds fell from the sky, and worst of all, his village was burning alongside the forest he had spent his entire life protecting.
"No!"
He sprinted back toward the river again.
Again.
Again.
Again.
Each bucket felt heavier, each trip slower, and each time scorched his body.
But he didn't give up.
Not that it mattered, with the fire continuously spreading and Rowan helplessly trying to save his village and home from it. It was like an endless cycle as everything was destroyed before his eyes, and he sank deeper and deeper into despair...
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