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The girl walked towards the fire, her gaze fixed upon it. She was enchanted. Was this how it felt to be warm all the time? The fire beckoned her closer, one step at a time. She was tempted to just... reach out and touch it. For some reason, she knew it would not hurt her. It was her friend, not a foe. She then stood really close such that she could feel the heat on her cheeks, her palm as she curved it around the fire. Oh, how it would feel to actually have this inside her whole being. To feel like this throughout the entirety of her immortal life. But sometimes good things must come to an end, and some never got what they wanted, and so the moment her fingertips caressed the fire, it went out, darkness surrounding her all over again.