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Fire
Flame as contract with danger.
Fire is friendly at the hearth and honest in the wild — same orange, different invoice.
Crackling comfort is real. So is the line where flare becomes appetite for everything you forgot to tend.
Thirteen is old enough to respect the warmth and fear the spread.
Beauty shared is controlled flame. Everything else is weather with teeth.
The ember still decides if you meant it.
JV · Dark Heart Labs