In ancient times, when nights were still dark and stars whispered softly, fire first touched the world. It danced in wild patterns, breaking through the darkness, bringing light and warmth. The fire planted its seed in the heart of the silent forest, imparting humanity with sparks of strength, knowledge, and life.
Throughout history, fire silently witnessed civilizations rise and fall. It warmed frozen hands, illuminated dark paths, and became a force that both created and destroyed. Behind every flickering flame lay tales of courage and fear, hope and devastation.
"Mama Shizuka, how do I control this fire?" young Hina asked Shizuka.
Shizuka smiled gently. "You cannot control it. Fire is free; if you try to control it, your fire will never be strong."
"But Mama, you control it so well," Hina looked at Shizuka with wonder.
"I don't control it; I guide it. Fire follows what it burns, remember that, Mayuri."