When she woke up, everything was black and smelled like ash. When she attempted to move around, she discovered that everywhere she hopped and flew was the same homogenous blackness. The ash never left. The air was cold as the wind slipped through her feathers. She landed in one spot and stood there, waiting and waiting and etc etc etc and then she decided to sleep. She buried her beak into her fluffy feathers to cover up the ash scent and to keep herself warm.
Serena slumbered.