[ WP ] Describe an object within five feet of you in as much detail as possible .

There's a window to hell not more than five feet away from me. A thick glass portal, secured by wrought German iron thicker than my finger, encasing the flaming chaos within, blasting the tamed fire through as a plaque of heat like an oblong roar. The iron is black, blank as the void and hot as the stars, hot enough to blister the skin if you are over come by the inner voice of fatalism and touch the hell-gate. The frame is embellished with silver knobs and handles - a daft idea, or trap, tricking you into believing the searing heat can not touch you there. A large dial, ornate and robust dictates with arcane and strange powers how hot hell burns. 
 
 Inside the window, the devilry is obscured by violent stalagmites of wrought iron, black on blazing red and orange. The flames are fueled by peat and wood and coal, plants past and present and long since vanished, damned as one in the black iron crucible. They char, then flicker, then blaze as the ever-shifting faces of devils, demons and sprites flash and fade in the luminescent strata of expanded grain. 
 
 They are punished by flame, serve their minutes, before their souls are released and their bodies collaspe into ash, purged and free, innocent in their demise. And from the ashes the occasional spark, ember of sin unburnt survives, to start the penitence anew on the morrow. 
 
 It's a stove.
