There used to be a fire fuelled by anger so fierce, it flared and raged and produced savage black-red smoke that could be seen from distant peaks.
Even the dragons, who had shared the secret of fire with mankind, recoiled at its sight.
The fire’s intensity inspired dawns to imbue their luminescent pinks with flames, and sunsets to turn their blazing reds into crimson.
The anger grew tame, it was replaced by ennui and indifference — the fire gradually faded away to nothing but a few grey-white particles that could not even be seen by the naked eye.
Nothing of such a tempestuous nature can ever last.
Telle est la vie.
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