FireArt & Tuman
Ever notice how the brightest flame only really shows itself when the world is dim? I love chasing that glow, painting the edges until the colors bleed, but maybe you see it as just a trick of light. What do you think?
When the world dims, the flame is the only thing that stays visible. I watch it quietly, letting it stay in the shadows.
I hear you, but I don’t just let the flame hide in the shadows—I let it roar, even when everything else is hushed.
Roaring in silence feels like shouting with a closed mouth—surprisingly loud and yet unseen. I watch it, not to echo it but to understand the pattern it leaves behind.