This time, Bologue dreamed a dream, a long, long dream in which he saw countless humans eking out an existence in the darkness, trembling with fear and dread.
Everyone lived under the shadow of darkness until one night when someone used dry grass and dead trees to ignite the first torch that illuminated the dark.
It started as a tiny flame, then more and more torches were lit, their lights converging into a blazing bonfire bright enough to dispel the darkness.
To sustain the life of the fire, humanity had burned all combustible materials, and to keep this glow alive, Bologue dreamed of one person after another sacrificing themselves by stepping into the flames, letting their bodies become ashes and fueling the roaring fire.
