Of Ash and Dark Places...

You start up a small flame after an hour of breaking up furniture and scrounging for materials. You grab your bread tin and fill it with dust. you hold it over the fire and a feeling of unease grows over you. you dump the dust into the fire in one fluid motion and a large plume of a noxious smog fills the room and, more importantly, your lungs. you choke and feel different, you cans spend your essence to improve your self and create objects. you must be at a fire and have red dust.