THE BONFIRE
| A lone figure, alternatingly clothed in layers of flickering bonfire light and shadowy night danced, while the fire painted its body in varying hues of yellow, amber, and orange, each contrasted and eventually swallowed by the formless and encroaching blackness; moving in sync with an unheard melody, it was counterpointed by the seemingly random rhythm pattern that drove the flames. |
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No artist could have captured the scene; an ever shifting palette of autumnal colors, merging and melding with each other, creating new, unknown hues, combining, recombining, a new portrait was created in an instant and just as rapidly faded away. |
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The tree tops were a serrated, obsidian knife-edge across the canvas, against which the deep blue sky of Day was cut. Night, and its all-encompassing dark poured through the rend suspended above, obscuring everything but the fire and the dancer, now almost indistinguishable from the leaping flames; they'd become one, a solitary oasis of illumination in a desert of unforgiving night. |