Burning pure crimson hate, nothing can be near it without it causing pain sorrow or misery
But sometimes it’s the best thing in the world it warms the coldest hearts, saves the most unhopeful lives it can pull through to help
Or it can ravage destroy or just stand alone. It snuffs out without air, it drowns under water, fire is like rebirth when it burns quintessence but the ashes give off new life and happiness. Without it there is life but after fire there’s a new beginning a start over and it gives a sense of happiness it brings people together.
But the fire in the end stands alone, it brought everyone else together but it still stands alone no one wants to be near it they think it will cause pain but all in all it brings bliss. I am fire.