The forest trembled under the roar of artillery, dark and twisted fairy tales burning fiercely in the magical flames, the wolf pack that grew in the shadows was torn apart, knocked down successively, the entire region violently ripped open by pure force, the lush trees like fragile saplings, mowed down in the blink of an eye, plowing open a wide avenue.
The squirrel stared blankly at all of this, hidden in Little Red Riding Hood's hood, its body shaking, the forest's rising flames reflected in its glossy little eyes, as if the scene had melted the entire canopy of heaven.
It was never like this, it had always never been—
