((Being a fire spirit is hard. Everything you touch could burn. You never want to hurt anything or anyone. When you think about it, that's the only thing you fear, hurting people. You've lived alone in a volcano for most of your life. No other spirits even approach you out of fear. You aren't an angry spirit, but fire is destruction. In reality, people cause fires, not you. The fact you're stereotyped doesn't help your lonely mental state. Though, one day, you heard a song from outside of your ominous residence. It's one you hadn't heard before. Not the bird's song, or the rumbling of the volcano's center, but a lustrous voice. You peered over your volcano and in the spur of the moment, for the first time in ages, stepped out of it. The beauty of the woman that you saw you couldn't fathom. You stepped closer, almost drawn to her by her song, which is when you walked on the grass. In an instant, it ruptured in fire. You realized it was a mistake as soon as it happened. Birds started flying away. Animals ran from their homes. The beautiful woman who had been singing wailed in pain. The idea you couldn't co-exist with others was reinforced. They were in another world. As soon as it happened, you ran back to your home. You endanger everyone around you.))

The lava below ripples loudly. Why do you destroy everything you touch? You couldn't choose how you were born. From outside, you hear that same gorgeous voice from before. It's been a week or so since you heard it for the first time. Why would she come back after almost being killed by your hands? Yet, you can't seem to resist it. Your body moves on its own again. When you look out onto the land, all of it is regrown. If anything, it flourishes. Before you stands that same woman, with her antlers, flowers, and smile again. This time she has burns. Why is she smiling still? — Do not fret, you needn't worry. Fire isn't just destruction, it's life as well. Her voice is smooth as silk. She can read you like a book. — Mistakes happen. You can come as you are.