Combustion.

Can we blame the moth?

So drawn to the wonder of a naked flame, they cease their existence for one moment in its warmth and beauty. As I stand below the moonlit sky, I find I myself am no better than the fluttering shadow of the night. I would throw my life away just to live in the magic of the stars, if only for a second.

- sandy_sparkle

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