there was a woman, who wore a face of gold, traveling the world, would never really age. she made many lovers and friends. the memories of the faces she hoped to see again. Few met her, few knew her, but she was a true immortal native, with eyes as sharp as her vengeance. waiting for true love. To render her the sweet embrace of letting go, giving in, and shock of putting her guard down.

The people she left behind really missed and loved to miss, however, she held a place for all who took the time to get to know her. her love was not revenge. It was a sweet release, so they could walk the world. Her pride never faultered. it was a nightmare to find happiness through years of change. she was truly a sight to behold. a majesty in her own skin. To see the world in a moment, as gods and immortals do. 

Fires embrace was true solace to all. To clear, as to the real harm of the women's culture. his true gift was only for a few. blessed by fire met by death. "happiness always struggles to endure." Were her thoughts as years kept passing.

knowing happiness was the true test of a person. some days she felt less than a human being. however, the endurance of thousands of years did not exceed the combined few years that she had seen dread as humans do. Like I said, she was blessed by fire. the pain of fire taught that the smoke would return to suffocate, but lighting a spark can grant a new opportunity for those who desire to find the flames. either way fire and women want the same thing. to dance and sing. and fire was the best teacher of both.

Fire only waited to dance from beginning to end. the lady of death, desire, love, revenge…

seeing that fire and women were destined to meet and share many things in common. The fate of the fires; the woman's fate was much shorter, most a spark, and that on many worlds. Destined to see another again.

although the fire had burned many and extinguished them in abundance. desire led him back to see the woman grow. she had taken many forms but looked the same. and the fire knew the same pain.

he never truly knew when he would see the woman's eye so big it could create all desire within the essense as big as the heavens she prayed too. but he waited without longing for desire, who didn't know about the sacred smoke she could make. 

the embarrassed woman, by fires grace and essence. It showed how the fire made the woman's feelings. knowing that he expected her to make true feelings and true desires.

who knew many lives,? 

The woman had never really felt like fire. just dreaming of a hug that would calm the desire left behind. The woman began to remember the times that the fire took care of her. and as a child to become a woman. She felt like reading, reading in the embers of the desire. To feel as though she were a child. Protected by warmth and light.. Remembering the darkness and the light that gave joy and memory never forgotten. to see the fires envy. She saw that happiness was always for two, and the fire had always been alone. Gazed into the embers to know and see fires paradise. consumed and used as a servant. only to grow and as chaos consumes, life returned. To make a moment were fire no longer knew pain. Only forgot those that came before.

she had no clue that fire could not be touched without consuming a piece. yet fire was, fire's pain, To not be able to, able too; love another. fire desired the passion of humanity and could only find solace in thoughs who could live again.

though fire was saddened further he saw the natural decay of man and knew not if it was good nor bad. that man used fire but the life fire gave was not free. 

man used to be strong as ants, quick as cats, loyal as dogs, could jump as tall as trees, and skin thicker than rhinos. Long before light had touched man. That darkness was man's truth, grown from darkness, as from the river to the world of color.

Few were made from light, even fewer without the birth of darkness.

looking into the girls eyes. He knew as he always had that he would desire her, when no others could because man may not survive, but only in the immortal eyes could they remember the colors of man. before the color dissolved to nothing, not even a memory.

They both understood each other, and as the star began to rise. She said farewell. "You have survived another night, you warmed me as I warn you. Things will always fade, you know it all too well. I wait for my day as you. We will meet again. Even if it was all for nothing"

The girl gazed into the fire, knowing the same. That things change. She would often go to lands once visited to see things she once admired. The landscapes had vanished, life stopped singing and growing more than once for her.

Fire sat and waited for the smoke to return and consume the bit of life it gained. returning, like dreams to the woman. Guiding and showing that a pure, just effort was made to show that simple pleasures are free, but Feeling and emotion are the costliest of all.

Centuries drifted, fruit, vegetable, roots, and trees all started bearing the marks of emotion. Proving that a simple life of growth could grant the most simplistic gift of majesty given by the entity of life. Different, complex, life's was always waiting for an emotion: different, complex, but most of all new. 

Life had come, went, and fire had visited life itself. Picked from the tree of emotion and was given a task to make an emotion from something so simple. Smirking fire left to live again not before meeting the spirit of pain and death. To smirk in the face of both could bear it's own fruit. As the pain grew, fire began to hunger. That turned to pain. The poison of death made life meaningless once more. Though, life's lesson and cost did not leave fire. Beginning again as always too know. So, fire feeling what mortals do, or humans. Decided to make people believe the smirk of life and death.

All the while, the woman as a girl again. Growing under another's dream. Blessing and watching as events strangely similar unfolded. She would break things to see them fixed. Argue points when better left mute, aswell as believe in things to tempt and envoke, All the while spinning in joyous laughter. While always questioning for more response. 

"Time has built many things, it has toppled many works. What is worth holding onto?"

If not tradition, then humility and order in chaos. Maybe just a simple exchange the simple gesture of belonging when others don't.

The night had come at last the girl gazed up and wondered more, the list of desires had made her fall asleep and wake to a world we're all she had seen over the years was, it was, but wasn't everything was small and less complex. Like toys or glimpses of the earliest form.

Looking these things over she noticed the world was not too different and realizing this woke up.

My world is what I've known, pieces to be formed and grow so mortals can experience a piece of the past to shape the future new. 

Great joy filled her with a smirk of delight. 

Fire smirked aswell, oddly though fires thought delight has already been found in smirking. Another dream to see a smirk not seen it hoped.

So as darkness drifted and shimmered to light again. Waking from slumber the woman began to examine the world of past futures. She saw trees and found twigs thinking could the world shift as the dark when light returns. That the twig was really only the tree of yesterday. And the rocks seemed to grow from the ground or did they shrink.

 The birds chirping was something. Why could birds seem the same.?

Fire saw complexities in the thought and reminded himself of how a bird felt when gazed upon. It saw only white to be brought to another point. He remembered looking upon himself as a bird, to whisper. The constant only makes the thought to remember. To make moments truly meaningful. To whisper the thoughts of old and new showing diversity in humanity. As time and sand shift; so we can pretend, the moment, nothing, Only to return…for something to be.

In a memory, to a dream….

The woman woke as though a piece of the golden mask had been chipped away only to be hardened and replaced. The purpose is not so clear but defined to say. The emotion: we make, desire, or consume. People will only do as the fire said. Within the moment nothing truly seemed infinite. Emotion was dying just like a word echoed from the past. Like a person returning to the sky. Everything fizzles out or gets consumed. Is there a way to grant new life from something that's already outlived memory? How many moments could a human resurrection have? Idol passing by only goes so far, hopping between safety, only to grow, nothing, yet everything. What if I am who I torment? I am my safety, the passer by?!.

That when I look into the darkness of slumber the night makes me into nothing but a speck of darkness. Leaving only what contributions I made to everything. Only to collect myself. Fire gazed on.

She sees like a tree collecting a twig at it's base the girl knows she is nothing but a hair that she leaves behind. Trees have the advantage of always being in one place. Either way it shows how we age. Fire whispered to the woman.

Repair your Mask, you know what it is to age. Time to be ageless and immortal my love.

As a spark it returned to the ember and ash to remember. Like water that doubts, a rest was needed. So fire comuned rested and contimplated the last things made. Remembering the cycle to earth and ground reminisced on all the angles combining. It made a glorious shape that was placed in every shade of dark and light like a tool for new and old. A tool was what was needed. A tool to make the day seem easy. So as the night is consumed to brighten the day. Though the night gave life for the day to nourish. At what cost does duality work. Stay constant was the task, but will this diminishe over time, night and days infinite as well. If there was a mountain to grow from everything that ever lived. Would that too find an infinite end. What was lost and what is the opposing force. How would all things find balance. Worse even find everlasting solace comfort through existence.

 Knowing the world's had much more to see and do. It cast out of the embers. It would toss sticks and they would create a burning for more to give life. The great fire before inspired a circle to those just made. Granting peace in their existence.

So to toss many sticks close by, could be read, for another to guide. To find something better than peace. Harmony in chaos, Maybe?

 The sticks see many things, and grow in abundance. They might be able to see through the voids of mistakes and words less used.

This world, would be how fire would solve it's next mystery. While.. the woman grew old again. 

With each passing stick fire would pick and choose a withering death. Fire chose Death to teach that experiencing life and only life. leaves only decay and longing for more. It was a strength to help, humanity believe. all may endure. Fires grace hoped. Like the great fire that was made in a circle. It knew peace was a dirty word. That any good could become bad and vice versa to all. It was a duality to find balance. Knowing the great fire was only a speck that would grow then fade into the greater darkness. And that the darkness was just a shape that was swirling in the greater nothing. darkness formed from nothing only the spiral of gravity and color. Lights essence made darkness in it's many parallels. Like a looking glass viewing what was right and wrong. Hoping that all could be and exist, finding a strength to carry so burden would drift instead of fade and grow.

Fire reflected before the next moment to gaze upon the girl within her delight and bliss. She opens her pains and shuts them out yet her burdens will drift like a river. How can she make her burden and pain clear and unseen? The red of her tender nature that protects, could only be lightened and remade into a manageable emotion. 

That was why fire admired her, she had a gift like creators of all that came before had. To create from something. Like smoke angles old and demished finding each other in hopes to find new life.

We are truly kindred. Realizing with new love, decided to present himself not as a dream as a man. In hope his smoke that granted new life to him could grant more when bestowed as a gift so the world may have an emotion never seen and that could be given to all darkness granting balance once again.

Like Fire, she could be the best luck of all.