you wont believe what happenedits a blur, like a nightmare that doesnt stop. the wind, those spotty santa ana winds tore through everything, tearing it all apart. the wind was everywhere, spot swirling, unpredictablelike a giant hand just flipping the world on its head. firetrucks were screaming down streets, racing, but the wind was faster, always faster, jumping from spot to spot. spot fires everywhere, tiny sparks turning into monsters, devouring everything. first responders were like ants, scramblingspotting flames, trying to fight the madness, but the wind, the wind kept spreading, faster, spot by spot, turning westwood into ash, hollywood hills into nothing. people were running, their faces panicked, but the fire was spotty, relentless, hunting them downno safe place. loved ones screaming, scattering spot fires, chasing them, no place untouched. the whole place is gone now, just spots of smoke and blackened ground. its like the wind, the spotty wind, was alive, angry. i cant stop seeing it, the wind, the fire, the spots. everywhere.
Netherlands