The ebony soot tainted the sky and rumbled at the newly found heat against its cold nature, fencing with a flurry of snow and wind at the once lazy mound that was now roused and contentious. Ribbons of clouds gleamed with a brilliant titian as they leaked from the vent that appeared on top of the earthy elevation. Flickering, like the cigar of a madman, and spewing fiery venom, its sputum gradually trickled down its slope as it yawned. Sluggish streams of red hot molasses formed a charred black layer as it cooled in winter's grasp; splitting it open again with the brightest of orange while it ached onward. The wind surrendered to an eerie silence as a bolt of plasma swiftly took its chance to bite at a glowing vein. A splash of alabaster, liquid-esque flames danced in the air, before gracefully falling onto the cold, crisp earth once more. Two of the most powerful forces upon the Earth had created life. It's a scene to be held in awe. However, the question remains, was it a miracle or was it a curse.