🔥 Campfire Song

It’s twilight in the woods—stars barely peeking through the trees. The campfire is the only light flickering in the clearing. Logs are set in a circle, half-burnt marshmallows stuck to sticks. Smoke curls up like it's trying to tell a story of its own. There’s a faint hum in the air—like the flame’s alive and remembering something old. You sit down, and the fire leans in.