In the flickering embers of memory, I find myself standing on the precipice of the past, a spectator of my own story. The flames dance with an ephemeral glow, casting shadows that seem to mimic the twists and turns of my journey. This is a fragment of my history, a time when life was defined by the clash of elements, by the meeting of two worlds that were never meant to intertwine.
My father was a fire nymph, an elemental being born of the very essence of flames. Nymphs, as rare and unpredictable as the element they embody, roamed the world with an ethereal allure. My father, impulsive and untamed, followed his heart's desires, even if it meant falling in love with a mere human. It was in her eyes, in the way her smile lit up her face like the dawn breaking through the night, that he found something he never knew he was searching for.
