I spark with just a single swipe, I wait in piles when forests are dry, Some seek love, some seek a flame, Different faces, but one same name

I appear in a lake, but I am not a fish. You might see me in beauty spas.

I’m born when giants meet their end, yet even light can’t escape my bend. I warp both time and stretch out space, with singularity at my base. No surface have I, no solid face, but cross my edge and there’s no retrace.

I end each day with a crimson crest, You’ll find me only facing west. A fleeting glow you won’t forget, Who am I, this painted silhouette?

By some definitions, I’m counted alive, since I eat and breathe, multiply and thrive. I’m bright and warm, with a merry sound, yet was never born, the mysteries abound!