Sparks run from the edge of the blade and fly off into the void. Arcing through the darkness, they cascade into a nest of tinder. Embers catch. Glow. Ignition. The air sucks in. A flicker of flame consumes the dry fuel. A flare in the cavern. Light dances across the floor like liquid gold. Something skitters back from its advance.
Paddy Dobson
30th July 2021