By the Shared Fire

The night had settled softly over the land, carrying with it a silence broken only by the gentle crackle of firewood. Near the glowing flames sat a man and an animal, close enough to share the warmth but far enough to keep their own quiet spaces. The fire painted their shapes in amber and shadow, rising and falling like a living breath between them.

Please let me sit near the fire

The man stared into the flames, his face calm yet heavy with unspoken thoughts. Every spark seemed to carry a memory, drifting upward into the dark sky. Beside him, the animal sat still and alert, its eyes reflecting the firelight with a quiet wisdom. There were no words between them, no need for explanation—only an understanding born of shared stillness.

The fire became their common ground, a small circle of warmth in a vast, cold world. In that moment, man and animal were not divided by language or reason, but united by survival, trust, and the simple comfort of companionship. As the flames danced and the night deepened, the scene felt timeless—a reminder that even in silence, connection can burn bright.