"True love is not a strong, fiery, impetuous passion. It is, on the contrary, an element calm and deep. It looks beyond mere externals, and is attracted by qualities alone. It is wise and discriminating, and its devotion is real and abiding." - Omar, probably
Surrounded by darkness, the flame lights the room.
To our surprise, everything inside it was rotten. How was it even alive? How was its putrefying body able to move? It doesn't make any sense.