Heat rose in waves to the discordant symphony of the cicadas' chirps.
Alongside it rose the birds, every last one of them, the vast, sweeping noise of their passage drowned out only by the cracks of the whip-bird, the snare-like chatter of the kookaburra, and the high-pitched screams of the galah.
Below, in the forest, the ground shuddered, countless feet, paws and claws shredding the ground as they scrambled for freedom, pygmy possums alongside feral cats alongside cassowaries as the food chain upturned itself in a yearly ritual.
In the distance, the fire burned like a second sunrise.
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