I hear someone calling my name, and for an instant, I see gold. Golden eyes. Golden eyes that go from yellow to grey and finally to black. I hear my name called again, but it’s not mine. My blood is roaring like fire, and it’s spreading like poison to my brain. That’s all I can hear. extending across my fingers, arms, and legs. spreading outward like wildfires in the forest.Perhaps all I am is a forest, with forces outside my control determining how strong I am. Perhaps I’ve never had any true control at all.I then shut my eyes and catch fire