Short drabble because I felt like it.
It was red. Dark and wet, sliding down the walls. Blinding, dry, red. Crimson stains, soaking his clothes. The vivid color, so familiar. Love and passion, he embrace the flickering, luminous, flames, shadows dancing across his face. Cannons went off in the distance, explosions long gone in the trail of dust. Rage and anger, a bubbling pot of stew, light filtering, dancing across the surface. Fierce tigers stalked in the dancing silhouettes. Majestic dragons bounded along the shadows.
Years and years, weighing him down. A heavy burden to bear, for an ancient one, standing straight. An entity's rightful length of time, infinite, lasting, eternal, if only he will take it. A lifetime is nothing. Time is perpetually imperishable, time and existence, reality and fantasy, fleeting moments and everlasting breaths.
Tainted. Impure. Corrupted. Everywhere ached. A dull throb resounded, over and over again, tremors going through his body, convulsing.
The lifeless body was draped in vines. Silky hair spread out, strands tangled in the fresh dirt.
Swathed in the finest of silk, the figure was set ablaze, vibrant flames licking the milky skin.
His essence floated away.