In a quiet corner of a forgotten world, between old pages and charred dreams, a tiny flame flickered. It was small, but it was alive – wild, curious, glowing. Night after night, it whispered stories, each spark weaving a tale: brave souls, lost hearts, burning hopes.
One day, a figure stepped from the shadows. No smoke, no wind could stop them. They had heard the flame’s call – not with ears, but with their heart.
The flame danced with joy, growing brighter, bolder. From it emerged a being with ember eyes and soot-stained fingertips.
"I am the Fairy of Fire," she said, her smile warmer than any flame. "And you… you saw my stories. For that, I thank you – with all my heart."
She leaned closer, her light reflecting in the stranger’s eyes.
"But before you go… may I ask you something?
What drew you to me? Why did you choose to follow?"
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