There are two kinds of Fire.
Fire that warms. Hearths that soothe any aches in your bones and ease all sense of unrest. Sparks that ignite hope and joy in your soul. They bring safety and comfort to anyone who dares approach them.
But then there is Fire that burns. Infernos that devour land and sky. Roaring blazes that scorch the earth leaving a trail of nothing but ash and smoke behind them. Pyres of flame that burn those who get too close.
Fire. That's what she is. Not a hearth or an inferno. No- she's both. She's everything at once. She is everything warm and blazing. She is anything soothing and yet still she burns so bright. She's a wildfire that can never be contained. A light that refuses to stop shining, a force of nature that refuses to stop devouring anyone she comes across. Devouring the hearts and minds of anyone who dares get too close. Too close as I did. But when I reached the pillar of flame that was her, I wasn't burned. I was captivated. Utterly in awe as I watched her conquer. Utterly at her mercy as I inhaled the smoke that radiated from the embers that were her. But as I breathed in her smoke, I didn't choke. Instead, it felt like for the first time in centuries, I was able to breathe clearly. As I watched her burn, for the first time in centuries, I felt alive.
