Desolate and discouraged, this matchstick girl sits in a corner and lights a spark.
It’s a bright, burning flame. She stares into it. It consumes her.
There’s no respite; it burns into her eyes.
She’s in a burning red forest with a woman chasing after her, she’s in a warm bright place with a bird she found as a pet and a friend, and she’s an engorged Lilliputian giant exacting revenge.
There’s no letting up. It’s a feverish nightmare, not less colder than her corner.
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