People were standing in front of the blistering flames, examining the smoke that cunningly entered inside their nostrils. The flames that happily danced together were filled with energy, and excitement. ‘SNAP! SNAP!’ The twigs that were snapping and crackling joyfully. The smell of the smoke lingered in the air, causing people to cough. It was a beautiful illness. It was like a devil, evilly poisoning the crowd. The crowd were watching in amazement as the flames grew bigger, filling up the dark night sky. The sky was space; nothing could be seen only a hint of white dots that resembled sparkling stars. The darkness that occasionally became bright from the fire’s shadow, was covering the crowd. Leaving silhouettes, making the landscape have a comfortable atmosphere. In the darkness, that was quite visible, was the moon. It was shining brightly, but not everyone was concentrated on the illuminous lights that shone from it. From far it was like a light bulb, with never-ending light. It was a round shape, and was smiling over the flames. The dark patches that were protecting it, made the moon not look lonely. The birds that flew past the moon, admired the vulnerable glow that shone. It sang a little lullaby of satisfaction, which made the flames look more innocent. The sky made the moon swiftly sway from side to side, like it was dancing whilst celebrating. The trees that were finally showing themselves secretly appeared. The wind was howling as it blew the trees, twisting and twirling the branches. Although the trees didn’t argue back, as it was cozying around the fire, as well as everybody else. Noone said a word and only the eyes were fixated on the colourful flames that beamed in front of their eyes. Only such powerful words could explain the beautifulness of