𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒖𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒓 𝒐𝒏𝒆

In the beginning of my insane story, there was fire. The golden and amber colored flames illuminating anything and everything around. How could something so terrible be so beautiful? How could something so dangerous look so amazing? How could something so deadly be so breathtaking? It was weird for me to seem so drawn...