A white orb flickered endlessly in a dark, silent cave. It appeared. It disappeared. It appeared. It disappeared. This dance of light and darkness was a grand spectacle.
The light shifted into crimson flames the size of a pebble. It's fiery form performed countless maneuvers—spinning, swirling, and zipping.
An outsider might think of a honey bee as they witnessed its grace. Not like an inanimate object, but a creature filled with life. An existence blessed and nurtured by Mother Nature herself.
As the wisp's techniques became more proficient and explicit, its size also expanded.
Its growth burnt away the darkness. It was bright.
Its size suffocated the silence. It was loud.
Moments passed. Soon, the little flame, akin to a bee, like a wisp, and to a star… stopped. Now the entity hovered above two palms. It settled, dissipating into many little sparks.
At long last, it had returned to its master.
Home.
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