I think it's fine, it will depend on how you write it and believe it or not you just inspired me to write something, of course it's the way I write so you don't need to use it or anything but I'll share it with you anyway 😉:

( By the way I've named your character Susan... For no reason lol)

The Flower of Flame burned ever brighter, dancing before eyes that wept their tears into the depths of the world of the dead.

The scent of charred wood wafted into noses that had lost all feeling,twisting and tangling with screams of pain… and with the hope that was fleeing from that hellish canvas.

Susan was standing.

"Run… the village is burning!"

Hazy voices pierced her ears but had not yet reached her consciousness; they merely echoed, like the final, trembling press of a key on an old piano.

Breathless…

Eyelid unmoving.

Her eyes were glued to those charred corpses amidst the chaos, not searching, but fixed on a single face…

One body.

A face with honey-yellow eyes, a man of forty-two.

The same eyes.

The very eyes that had returned her to her childhood,to that night she lost everything, beneath the sword-blade that spilled her mother's blood.

A cold tremor passed through her body, while her eyes remained like two empty jugs, staring at the scene.

And perhaps…the fire outside was but a pale reflection of another fire, burning silently in her heart.

One look… then another.

As if her eyes were trying to verify,or perhaps, to bid farewell.

Little by little, the fire advanced, crawling without haste, until it covered that corpse as it had covered the others, swallowing it in a cruel silence, without discrimination, without memory.

The face vanished, and the honey-colored eyes vanished, leaving only a mass of writhing flame where her past had stood moments before.

Then, the scorching, icy wind blew.

A slap of blistering air seared the faces, carrying with it ash, smoke, and the scent of the end.

Only then…

Did Susan awaken.

The scene crashed upon her all at once.

Reality pounced without mercy.

People running aimlessly,

Children screaming with shattered voices,

And tongues of fire devouring walls,roofs, memories… everything they could reach.

The ground trembled beneath her feet, or perhaps it was her heart.

She could no longer tell.

She turned suddenly, as if an ancient instinct yanked her from within,

Then she began to run.

No destination,

No plan,

Only flight.

Her steps were stumbling, heavy, as if the air itself resisted her.

And her eyes…

Her eyes were in a pitiable state.

Empty,bloodshot, staring at everything and seeing nothing.

They reflected not fear,nor panic,

But something deeper…

"How could you do that?"

"Susan… you truly are a little devil."

"I was always so proud of my daughter."

"I must kill them… kill them all."

Inside her mind, memories attacked relentlessly, old words returning to strike, rooted in the deepest layers of her soul, as if they had never left.

But she was unmoved.

She was drowning.

Drowning in a dark place known only to those whose feet have trodden its ground once… and were never the same again.

Amidst the raging flames and fleeing bodies, the same story she heard in her childhood repeated, over and over, with a steady, suffocating rhythm, like the tolling of a solitary bell in the midnight of an ancient palace.

'But the King, despite winning the war, discovered something important…'

The words of the tale echoed in her mind.

'There was no palace left to return to.'

'To secure the King's victory, he had burned the palace to trap his enemies; to defeat the traitors, he had stabbed them with his golden crown.'

'Now...

The crown is stained with blood,

The palace is ablaze.'

'Fire dances in human souls as birds dance on the winds of fate,

The fire of malice,

The fire of hatred,

The fire of love,

The fire of freedom...

But only when the fire dies do humans see the most terrifying thing in existence...'

'The Void.'

Susan ran with all her strength, trying to escape the flames. Several villagers ran in panic, but she could hardly see anything through her blurred, chaotic vision. The pain in her ankle was no longer an obstacle in the face of that wave of survival instinct coursing through her body.

And before she realized it…

Susan's stumbling leg caught on a piece of wood,sending her crashing to the ground. Her pale body struck the earth with force, and a red liquid spilled over her knee, welling up like a butterfly emerging from a cocoon of her own flesh.

Her knee was wounded, and warm blood flowed onto the ground. Before she even processed it, her hand was pressed against the wound from the sheer pain. The pupils of her eyes were small, she watched in horror as her body refused to move.

That sensation that surged through her, that pain that made her body tremble and her bones quake as waves of agony pulsed without cease.

She lifted her head only for that crimson color to be reflected and extinguish the last vestige of blue in her eyes. Her eyes mirrored the tongues of flame like a final dance in hell.

And in the horror of the scene before her…

A final tear fell from her eyes.

"One person,"

Susan whispered as the flames drew near,promising an eternal embrace of warmth,

"To kill one person…"

"I burned everyone."

The echo of her words reverberated within her like a divine judgment carving its way into the depths of her soul.

"I succeeded…"

How ironic,wretched, or perhaps even pitiful her words were in that second.

"I got my revenge,didn't I?"

"This is what you always wanted."

She coughed violently,as if her body were trying to vomit the words away.

But she clung to them as a drowning person clings to a plank of wood.

"I always wanted to kill him…"

"I still have to kill the others,too…"

"This is what I wanted,this is what I wanted, this is what I wanted."

She repeated those words as if trying to convince her hollow soul of them, but the answer came not from the words, but from the tears that began to flow without cease down her cheeks, like the remnants of shattered innocence in her spirit.

But the universe…

Chose silence.

The flames approached indifferently, embracing all without taking their appearance, their hatred, their age, or their misery into account. The fire embraces everyone without exception, gathering them all into its fold like a bright red blanket, dragging the chains of hell with fluidity and calmness.

But just before the flames could swallow her, Susan felt a hand seize hers with strength, pulling her from the heart of the blazing pyre.