The burning of the Temple of Dreams, Burning Man 2005.
This very last bit of the structure held on for a good long while before collapsing. The rest of my comrades had left the playa earlier in the day, so I walked back to my already-packed-up car alone, quietly, slowly, reverently. I looked up at the nighttime desert sky. I breathed deeply. And then I began the drive back to the default world.