How do we say goodbye to one who’s passed on? Is it the release of a bird into the sky or is it the burning of their physical form to release their spirit towards the great beyond? Either way, we still feel their absence greatly and do everything to keep our memories of them alive.
But as great as memories are, we rarely look into life in full detail…with the exceptions of highest or lowest points. But those points are often described the same, like a flame. And much like life, fire is often flickering between warming and destructive. Yet still it burns, as much as it did ages ago when Prometheus brought it to mortal soil after stealing it from the gods.