Like a curtain preceding the preface of a scripted play, the primeval forest's woodsy fragrance and the swift chops of the wind fleeted outside the car as we drove towards our campsite.  It had been a trivial year with many highs and lows, but the prolonged months had finally snagged up to my beloved yearly camping trip. 

         ‘Do you think he’s really dead?’ ‘No way dude, he’ll come back. He is Spider-Man, after all.’ 

          This late night was going to be the end of a decade-long crescendo, and my friends and I were about to bear witness. The pinnacle of cinema history. History happening right in front of us. 

The fire roared across the valley, devouring every plant in its path. When the blaze caught the trees in its cruel claws, they crackled and swayed in resistance before surrendering into ash beneath its flickering grasp. Nothing escaped...