"Eventually... we all die."

There are sirens. Fire. She chuckles and ashes spew from her mouth. She lifts a glowing orange and red sphere in the palm of her hand to a pair of gray pursed lips, bleeding tar in webs around her arm and neck, and dripping from her elbow and chin. She brings her mouth around the fiery monstrosity in her palm, and sucks in, collapsing into a skeleton, skin folding into crevices between bone, but ballooning two withered jet black sacks underneath transparent flesh into swirling pillows of smoke and ash, bigger and bigger and.... she stops and turns her head back toward me. Black dust and gas twirl from out her nostrils as she pokes out her lips, a faint smile, and...

a cloud of smoke like dragon fire erupts and contorts and swallows the room, clawing toward me, a big black hand with searching fingers, reaching.. reaching.. and