Prologue

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One, two, three... One, two.. A sigh fell, flooding the silence around me. Gleaming yet minuscule lights twinkled at me happily. I was happy too. At least, at this moment. Every night I'll try to count them, one by one in hopes of making it to a thousand.

It might seem silly, counting objects in the sky several millions of miles away with no true purpose, but it comforts me.

I've always been someone who has found comfort in the fire. Yet, when I was little, it was what scared me most, what tore away the brave personality in me who would jump on the table in primary school screaming to my classmates. Instead, I now shiver at the thought of ordering pizza on the phone.

That fire, that burned my childhood and any kindness my family obtained. That brutal fire, that took years from me that would never be replaced.

Why did I find such comfort in that fire?

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