>It stood before me creepy, huge and tall; I heard many stories about ghosts, and they remained for me nothing more than stories told but this time the ghost was real, it wasn’t an invisible shadow it was real 7 to 8 meters tall and carbonized from ground till its highest branch.
A beautiful pine tree, that’s how once it was but now it’s just a lifeless black ghost. The wind passes through it and nothing happens; there’s no movement in its needle leaves, no friction, no smooth sound, no beautiful pine scent to overwhelm the air and make it so adorable to breath. What remains is the black corpse with the ugly nauseous burning smell.
It is weird how that same smell used to be very nice; it was the inseparable companion of a lot of laughs and too many unforgettable moments around camp fire. Now that nice smell is nauseous and ugly, a fingerprint of the hideous destructive force that took a whole pine forest away. Anyway it’s not the first time, I’ve seen similar kinds of metamorphosis happening in other things before;
beautiful things can suddenly become ugly, it seems that it’s a hidden character in them.