The wizard's spells are from above: I'm not saying you're cheating on Vaporize, but the vegetation, greenery, or solitude may disappear like smoke - without a trace, without a drop of blood, without death, and without a dreamy future from a rainbow-covered spring.
On the other hand, shine as long as you can. He says he is a tycoon of deep-seated strengths. The inventor of the springs beyond the threshold of death, who lurked in principle, speaks backward.
The nurturer of strength and the bearer of prophetic dreams - evaporating, exchanging lives, breathing drops of foreign blood, sweat from dancing clouds on the equator of the invisible mountain tops. Don't be angry with him. He carries a foreign shame until his conscience turns into a desert or a pile of fragments. The spell is released, and water is no more.