"Burning slow you're a distant flame"

…with you?” No longer afraid, not of anything. “A slow- burning flame, a will- o'- the- wisp, floating across…

…couple of microseconds, so present that it isn't even there anymore. Eventually, you recognize that you have lost the ability to speak. But you are still there, muffled and distant, as if you're a…

…in the distance, and something that whispered to you before is whispering again, and then you're dissolving into the wind. A…