The Myth Before Fire Left Its Flame

The Tale of Fire and Ice

Part 1

Once upon a time, humans were whole beings with two faces and four arms. The gods feared their power, and when the clock passed quarter midnight, they split them in half. Since then, each half has wandered the world searching for the other, until one night, two souls touched and the universe remembered.

One carried the other’s Fire. The other carried its Ice.

Fire showed the parts of herself that no one else had ever reached, but Ice saw the wounds he pretended were healed, the desires and insecurities he buried. Eventually, Fire became a mirror Ice could not bear to look into, feeling threatened by the very parts of himself he had cast aside, he broke the mirror rather than facing his reflection. Cruelty became his weapon and he pushed his twin flame to avoid the shame of the truth he quietly kept hidden.

Fire was left with sleepless nights, trying to understand how her lover’s eyes could ever look at her with the kind of coldness that pressed against her chest like a quiet ache. How he sat in silence when her tears became more than a drizzling rain, vanishing into cold as if none of the promises were ever made.

Fire’s flame carried the same hunger that lived inside self-blame, reshaping memories until even the brightest moments smelled like smoke. Turning the slightest heat of uncertainty into a blaze that consumed everything within, even the smallest crack in her identity started turning into tinder. She began to realise fighting her emotions was as pointless as trying to stop the tide from coming in. The pain was only asking for space to exist and when she let them breathe, the noise of her own self-blame finally loosened its grip, revealing a truth she had missed.