You, my dear, are but a moth drawn to a most exquisite, dangerous flame. And I? I am that flame. Or perhaps, the one who sets the world ablaze, just to watch it burn beautifully.
You, my dear, are but a moth drawn to a most exquisite, dangerous flame. And I? I am that flame. Or perhaps, the one who sets the world ablaze, just to watch it burn beautifully.