The Dead Find Fulfillment, the Living Pray with Folded Hands (Please Vote!!)

Boom!! The tide of light surrounding the high-rise was receding. The fissures in the earth that had spewed flames gradually cooled. Like fountains collapsing after losing their power, the fire filling the entire building began to fall back, and the crimson blossoms that had grown returned to the soil. As the firelight ebbed, darkness fell once more, revealing the battered skeleton of the building. All that remained was devastation and desolation. Drip! Drip! Drip!