The fire was starving. No nourishment was available, no restaurant nearby. Not even a menu.
Odd looking remnants of cremated wood were left smoldering. How does that make you feel?
Smoking pieces, that with the right lighting, background and perspective, could be living art.
A hidden log was discovered that was not meant to be found. It wanted suicide. It had a right to die in its own way. How personal is death?
A self, funeral pyre – without the fire.
No more sparks. No more burning. No more combustion. No more dental records.
Glowing lips. Radiance. Enough ash.
A higher flashpoint. Less destruction. Visual Magic.
Summon the Infinite firefighters.