Fire breathers whose mouths erupt with birds, dragons, serpents who spit and scatter sparks. The flames change colour too, flickering between a prism of twilight blues, pitch blacks and smoky snow whites. A woman in a billowing grey gown holds fire in her bare hands, a zoo of flaming creatures prowling in her fingertips. A gryphon with the starwhite head of an eagle takes off, his wings morphing into that of a pegasus that prances until it's wings are gone, replaced with a horn of silver erupting from it's forehead.
Another man holds the fire on a stick, twirling it until it is a wheel of fire above his head, beneath his feet, spinning around the many dancers holding flaming hoops. They leaps between the hoops, toss them in the air and grab them at the end of the arc of flames left brightening the air.
They smile at you as you watch, distracting you momentarily before you realize the sparks coming from each hoop, each pole and from the tales and tongues of each animal, hang in the air around you, like miniature flaming stars, before sizzling into nothing.
Text by Lucie MacAulay
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