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Embered footprints tell of my passing. Infernos heat pulsates off my body, Blackening the once budding foliage, plumes of smoke rise from the leaves of curling shrubs. The closer I draw to them, the faster they curl. scorching radiating heat ignites them to cinders. Astrally, The surrounding pulsating individual red life forces of hibernating hearts dims, then cease; never to reawaken. Charring bodies ashed in their dens, release plumes of smoke into the air. and I feed. Their life essences feed me. This is my doing. It is my warning "I am coming, dead thing and... I hunger."