Lava

[Alhambra]

Inexorable roll of stink, purifying the the earth which recoils from its crush. Poisoning the air with an oil mist of burned unfortunate trees and grass. Green turns to black beneath the orange roar, transforming stains of matter into bubbling fire, instantly evaporating tears.

Rocks tense as if to resist but cede with a hiss and roll as if before an army's boot. Foreign bodies crackle and are consumed by the white hot tongue of the changing snake, growing with chemistry of plucked items, fused into a single minded rampage.