They stroked the fire and watched as it grew stronger. It burned their cores but they did not scream in pain, they cherished it. Absorbing it, and becoming one.
They closed their eyes to enjoy the fleeting moment, a moment that one day would lead to their deaths.
The smoke swirled around creating beautiful patterns around their heads.
They repeated the process over and over, watching the fire as it gave life to their addiction and eventual death. But they were indifferent about their lives, and they belittled their mortality.