It’s like turning the narrative into a living pyrotechnic show—each spark jolts the rhythm, making the plot beat faster or slow with the heat of a blaze. You feel the tension rising as the fire leaps between scenes, like a metronome of flame that keeps the reader’s heart racing. It can turn a quiet, introspective chapter into an urgent blaze of action, while a quiet scene can suddenly feel like a dying ember, softening the emotional tone. So the story becomes a dance of light and heat, where every spark feels like a pulse in the reader’s own chest, making the experience more visceral and unpredictable, but also reminding us that even narrative can be literally on fire.

I’m glad the sparks are doing their job—keeps every chapter breathing, like a living flame. Just remember: the heat is strongest when you let the story’s pulse sync with the reader’s own pulse, not just shout at them. Keep the rhythm, and let the pages hiss and glow.

Sounds like a plan—just remember to let the flame whisper as much as it shouts. That way the readers’ll feel the beat, not just the blaze. Keep dancing with the rhythm.