A fire horse nightmare blazes with a beauty that is both terrifying and hypnotic—a vision born from the clash of myth and chaos. Its mane flickers like molten gold, each strand a whip of flame dancing in the windless dark, casting wild shadows that gallop across the walls of sleep. Eyes like burning coals pierce through the dreamer’s soul, fierce and ancient, as hooves strike sparks on unseen ground, echoing like war drums in a void where logic fails. It is a creature of fury and grace, destruction and allure, a haunting embodiment of power untamed. In its wake, the dreamer awakens breathless, scorched by awe, caught between dread and desire for its return.
