She was trying it for the first time……being a spectator. It was interesting, to say the least. She witnessed the painstakingly, slow process. It spread its veins and rose, an ascent that took all that came its way. She had never realized how it had encompassed everything………..everything. After it had reached the peak, it branched out, spread like a wildfire. Now, it almost felt paradoxical. She smirked. It swallowed her, the wildfire. And it was there, in its core, that she had witnessed the death. At last. It was time to move on. And they say death is morbid.