ICARUS’ BEAUTIFULLY DESTRUCTIVE FIRES
fter a tense night hunting wolves in the forests of , a friend and I trek back to our small wooden cabin. The dull orange glow of our campfire in the distance is our target, growing steadily larger as we get closer. It grows too large. That’s not a campfire. “Is that our home base?” my friend asks. “Our home base is on fire!” We sprint there, finding our third friend casually chopping trees not
