The wind pulls at my hair as if trying to tell me a secret so old not even the earth itself knows. It goes on to howl as if to tell me of the never-ending pain that comes with this life. That the flames I seek out will only burn me in time. I just smile, for I know that the warmth is worth far more than any burn I could endure.

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