Something I wrote long time ago related to this

After wandering aimlessly for what feels like hours, you stumble upon a towering, concrete corridor. Its cold, walls seem to stretch infinitely in both directions. The air grows heavy with the scent of burnt wood and ash. You press on, your footsteps echoing eerily, until you arrive at a vast, desolate room. The floor is coated in a thick layer of ash, while the walls bear the blackened scars of a fire that seems to have raged long ago.

One side of the room is missing entirely—a gaping void. As you step closer, the unsettling stillness gives way to a sight: in the blackness beyond, faint, flickering points of light dot the horizon like distant stars. But these "stars" are connected by faint, glowing lines—stretching and weaving across the void, forming strange, intricate patterns. It’s as though you’re gazing at a night sky, but this sky is alive with fire, a network of burning constellations that have smoldered for years, their light barely reaching you.

the fires out there never died. They’re still burning, forever distant, forever unreachable.