The anger grew inside of her as the wayward flames tore hungrily at her burning house. No sadness or grief took hold of her, just a roiling, bubbling anger that threatened to tear her apart. Dancing shadows twirled around her form, playing artfully with her long shadow warping the image into a grotesque silhouetted beast. A scream burst from her flaking lips, renting the air with primal rage and torment. Out of fire dawns new life, out of this fire will grow the aspiring buds of her ambition; buds that will tower over this world and eclipse the sun as to stop all light.