"the transference to the other side works like this",
the light sister reminded the dark.
"we look into the fire,
and the fire sees itself inside us.
it remembers that it moved through
us as blood and inspiration,
that it moved us to create both ideas and history.
and it sighs because all that is left
of it's fury is now but
ash and smoke.
it has turned us to ghosts,
my dear.
fire made us burn bright.
the brightness of our fires made us shine like stars,
but now we are only shadows,
ash and smoke...
remnants of
lives that
once
burned with desires.
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