The burning eyes of the car. Warning. Danger is ahead of you
Evening in Chicago the street houses the burning lights of the bell ringers
Cream-black interior with upholstered armchairs on the carpet near the burning fireplace with two tarshers on the sides
The mysterious Milky Way and the burning crater illuminate the surface
Judge Dredd stands against the backdrop of destroyed skyscrapers
A kind person emits more light than the brightest bulb
He will stop the horse at a gallop and enter the burning hut
The little men from the box are burning twigs by the fire