A lone tree, like the last stronghold of peace, towered in the middle of an endless field. Its flaming orange crown, like a harbinger of autumn, contrasted with the serene blue of the sky, strewn with fluffy clouds. But the idyll was deceptive. Fire blazed on the horizon, painting the sky in crimson tones. Either the war was approaching, or the dry grass was simply burning. In the foreground, a girl was sitting on a swing. Her gaze was directed into the distance, where the houses were burning. She was filled with anxiety, fear of the unknown that lurked beyond the horizon. The world around her, so recently full of serenity, suddenly became fragile and dangerous.