a flicker of flame was all it takes to ignite it all. the first flame was timid and beautiful. the second flame was mystifying and otherworldly. the third flame was bold and daring.

red, red, red. it's all that he can see. red. he crouches and begs and pleads and screams and shrieks and cries, but all of that cannot repay what he has done. he was a filth. a sin. a killer. a murderer.