In heat I am born, In ashes I die. I consume those you mourn, I light up the sky. Watch me dance And consume all in my wake. Watch me eat My hunger never slaked.

If I give this to you it's a friendly exchange. If it escapes the ocean you better get out of range.

The desolation of human fog ..

Are you sure? The Architect asked, Nevermind, actually, I was thinking of your- I'm sure, The Third Little Pig rudely interrupted, This house will be steady against storms and wolves and the weather, and huffs and puffs and the visit of my brethre. The Architect was okay with this; build a house of bricks and updated his tinder to make it warm for some little chicks. The Third Little Pig was happy with his work, but when he went to boast to his brothers, he discovered they were now...

I dive into a sunless sea, To steal the night and set it free. A hollow bone that drinks the dark, Upon a silent shore I mark. What am I ?