FIREMIST: A PARABLE

ON THE ART OF DEATH AND THE FEROCITY OF NEW BEGINNINGS

Was it the glory that drew her in? An unfailing fearlessness pressed against the shock and surprise of breathless rose petals waiting to bloom under angelic conditions; plenty of pinks and golds, grazing her cheeks by an unwavering Master’s hand - oh, and after an infinite millennia of metallic wars? You who be Masters, what is this? The adrenaline-d ex…