Once, there was fire

Like life, it all begins with a spark, quick, electric, impossible to ignore. A glance, a word, a touch that lingers just a moment too long. Sparks do not ask for permission, they ignite without warning, setting the air between two souls alight.

Then comes the fire. It grows, wild and consuming, feeding on whispered promises and sleepless nights. It warms, it dazzles, it makes the world feel endless. But fire is never still.

It hungers, it devours, it turns everything into itself.

And in the end, when the flames have taken all they can, only the ashes remain.

Soft, weightless, drifting on the wind.

A quiet reminder that once, there was fire.

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