At a young age, my mother told me not to play with fire. She told me it was a dangerous element. So bright yet so intoxicating. I watched her get burnt alive the next day. The bright orange flames engulfing her petite body as she danced around like a dying ballerina.

From that day on, I was fascinated by such beauty. I would head outside and catch the most colourful butterfly in my garden and burn it in a jar. As I grew older, I decided to move onto my next experiment. I turned animals into moving flames. And now, now that I am old enough, I knew I was ready to go onto my most treasured experiment. Humans.