The glass Factory explosion and the red Notebook

"I was walking through an old, empty glass factory looking for a red notebook I'd left behind in high school. The air felt super heavy, like right before a summer thunderstorm, and there was this low rumble vibrating through the concrete floor under my sneakers. I stopped by a big metal tank because I heard someone calling my name, but when I turned around, a blinding flash of orange light filled the room, and a deafening boom slammed into my chest, shattering every single window into a million tiny sparks. Suddenly I was lying on my stomach in a muddy ditch in the middle of a dark cornfield. The sky above was glowing bright red from a massive cloud of smoke rising over the trees in the distance, and tiny bits of warm ash kept falling on my neck like snow. I couldn't hear anything except a loud ringing in my ears, and I had this overwhelming panic that I needed to find my phone to call my mom before the fire reached the road, but my legs felt frozen to the ground."