Time stood still.

They could feel every part of the world around them, the humming molecules, the join between particles, the ash in the air.

They willed it undone.

And it felt good.

Oh fuck it felt good.

They wanted it, needed it, craved it.

Esme and Sophie's eyes were glowing, ice blue, but whatever they were doing was no match.

The golden light bathed everything and undid it.

One of them screamed.

Ash floated in the air.

Someone somewhere was screaming.

They breathed in the ash, let it cling to their skin, their eyelashes, the strands of their hair.

The world stood still around them, and they took it apart piece by piece, smiling as it burnt.