We’d dance like wildlings around the flame— chanting, poking, laughing, fierce with purpose, alive with that edge of danger we so loved.
We’d dance like wildlings around the flame— chanting, poking, laughing, fierce with purpose, alive with that edge of danger we so loved.
I learned to build a fire out of necessity.
The mind is a cathedral.
The fire that made her lingers beneath her ribs— an ember never dying, a heart forever lit from within.