Got morally destroyed from where I least expected. Perfect timing for me.

Ash in ashes. The original idea of Red Ash revolved around a red and black ash world in which souls wander in search of something that they do not know, therefore, they never reach it. Akin to a purgatory, carrying in theirs fangs the flame of their soul. Movement is meaningless. If you stop, you will cease to exist. With time flame of their soul dies out, outlines get blurred, they become nothing more than a feeling and a hint of something, that once was alive. Swirling in whirlwinds and driving as a wind across the ash plains, crashing into the faces of those, who are still moving.
And even though I moved away from this concept, nevertheless, the whole story of Ash remained an incomprehensible, meaningless movement, in which she strives for something, that does not make any sense, fights with something, that cannot affect, tries to carry something, that will not remain after us. Just like my life.