Kind of an abstract Gusev-like ending that pans away from my main characters
An ember broke free of the fire with a snap and floated into the sky, a firefly against the spread of backdropping stars. The flickering red grain danced in soft, frantic circles, rising upward. It dipped and seemed to be falling back to earth, before shooting up again, brightening as its red surface was drenched with cold night air. And, for just a moment, it seemed to die and disappear among the night. But to someone looking closely, someone dreaming into the deep black above them, the determined spark could be seen, minuscule and irredeemable, drifting up to be lost in the dark colosseum of dying lights.
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