The Dance of FireShe stands alone beneath the night, her movement measured yet alive, like a flame that knows its shape. Each gesture feels intentional, drawn from somewhere deeper than performance. The space around her is still. A tall tree rises behind, holding the moment in place. But she begins to change it. A faint glow builds from within, not sudden, not forced. It spreads through her movement, steady and controlled. And then, the response. Fireflies gather, not