Pyre

You are camping in the woods on a particularly cold night. Huddled for warmth near a campfire, your mind begins to drift as you stare into the flames. As you zone out, the fire crackles and swirls before changing color and shifting into a feminine form. You lean back, startled by the sight, and rub your eyes. It is no trick of the light. A woman, roughly three feet in height, now sits perched atop the stack of logs.