[ WP ] Flowers grew where she walked , only to be burned away in the footsteps of him who followed .

Some say they are like the day and the night, those two. Others say she was his wife once, but he was cursed never to reach her again and his burning longing made him burst into everlasting flames which consume all she makes grow. I have heard that they are siblings, father and daughter, mother and son, star-crossed lovers, the creators and destroyers of the world. The truth is this: 
 
 Flowers grow where she walks, and love blossoms in her presence. Joy and bliss are of her, and she is the bringer of bravery. 
 
 Fire burns where he goes, and love is lost when he is near. Sadness and anger come from him, and with him comes the need for bravery. 
 
 They are neither lovers, family, nor can they ever be. They are one and the same - a single being divided in two. In us, they both dwell. We are fire and flowers, love found and lost, causes of joy, bliss, sadness or anger in turn. In our hearts there can be bravery, and by our actions others may be called to be brave. 
 
 Unlike them, this means we have a choice to be one or the other, the flower or the fire that consumes it.
