The brightness of the flame enveloped her gaze. She watched closely as the flame grew, encompassing every inch of the paper. She watched the fresh remains of the ashes in creation, as it lurched to wrap the unburned yet, with an insatiable quench. As the flame made it’s transition to fire, she felt the ground slipping beneath her feet. She had changed her mind. She wanted to look at it once again, one last time, savour it. But the fire didn’t comply with her desires anymore — it had crossed the line of no return.