Fire Survival
She burned up like tissue paper that night when the spotlight came on, and the crowds went home. It was like she was never there. Ash scattered to the wind. We all vanish in one way or another. Either partly or fully. We just try our hardest to not burn up completely. I can't do anything. I had my own wildfires to burn and learn, that water don't always come. You have to rely on your own spit to survive.