A little about fire...

The shadows dance, because of it. They swirl and shift upon the walls to mimic its dance. The fire burns, but for only so long.

It's fluid grace, but is so unlike water that it has become aqua's antagonist.

It consumes, mercilessly. An endless hunger that ends in death itself. It consumes like an addict, because if it stops it dies. Simple as that.

It warms, it burns, it maims. Yet, without it, we cease to exist long.

To control it is to harness its energy. To control it, you have to be willing to get burnt.

The fire burns, and the shadows dance.