Taking a closer look at it... it looks like the primary fuel was paper, but most of it’s too badly burned to make out what might have been on it. One or two fragments are intact enough that pencil markings can be made out, but none are complete enough to see what they might have been.

When you touch it, you get a sense of tired resignation— an it-can’t-be-helped sort of feeling. ...But as it fades, you’re left feeling a little warmer.

Will you stoke the fire? It feeds on ambition; you'll have to give up a desire you have for yourself or for another.