the ghost fire is very delicate, hanging in the air, like a red flower, and as graceful as life. I can't help but stare at it, but I wake up from my trance with a sound of breaking the drink. "Don't stare at it," he said. "It's the fire...
the ghost fire is very delicate, hanging in the air, like a red flower, and as graceful as life. I can't help but stare at it, but I wake up from my trance with a sound of breaking the drink. "Don't stare at it," he said. "It's the fire...