Melinsk in Flames

Oof. This one's painful. And not just painful in the sense that I've been missing for a month. 

See, one of the problems here is that if you seek to find ways to make things non-sacred, you can find them. Cynicism, apathy can devour all, even your dreams.

Flames can devour dreams too, though. It's a balancing act between the two; the line to walk is far too fine.

Melinsk is in flames. Or was. Or will be. The timeline doesn't and never will make sense.