An ember in the dark, is the simplest guide home.
As it glows in the night it must be mine. It is my inheritance.
Given from this blackened world around, which so curiously continues to fail my needs.
As now that fire is within my grasp, it will be fanned and made a flame.
Dancing its light across the valleys and ridges, showing only I the way.
It should be grateful for its existence, before I, what was it.
Now Blazing full glory. The entire ethereal realm before me.
Pure white heat raging. Brighter than the nearest star. The peak of vision.
Simply to surprise this meager gift from a world so unworthy, simply fades.
Coiling back into itself, a mere minor speck of red in an endless void.
Suffocated.
Along I go, to find a worthy ember.