The City burned right before me. The smoke burned my eyes and nose as the neverending fire burned on. It was so unreal and tragic that everyone was dazed and confused. No one knew how it started. Those around me said that Nero himself started the fire.
"That has to be a rumor," I reasoned with them. " Nero isn't even here."
Perhaps it was accidental, as it had been on a smaller scale in the past. It was the third day, and Nero had finally gotten the news. It was told that he was now on his way to Rome. When everything was over, we found that only four of the fourteen districts survived the fire. Nero opened his palaces to provide shelter for the homeless, and arranged for food supplies to be delivered in order to prevent starvation among the survivors. In the the wake of the fire, he made a new urban development plan. Houses after the fire were spaced out, built in brick, and faced by porticos on wide roads. Nero also build a new palace complex called the Domus Aurea in an area cleared by the fire.
"Of course, he will try to cover up what he has done," everyone complained.
They just wouldn't listen to me.
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