Fire dances that beautiful tango, moving her hips to the beat of her own drum. Swaying side to side, arms spiralling upward, reaching for the sun as if she were not to see it tomorrow. Recklessly, yet with elegance, she twirls around the place without fear or disgrace. The dancer’s beauty brings men to tears and warms their hearts, but can still burn them if their thoughts are not for her care. She does not feel regret, nor any obligation. She dances on until every last flame vanishes.