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The First Flame

In a time when the world was young, a caveman named Torak lived in the shadow of massive glaciers, surrounded by dense forests and vast plains. Every night, the darkness seemed to stretch forever, interrupted only by the shimmering brilliance of the stars above. Torak and his tribe, the Drimaks, lived in constant fear of the predators lurking in the night, and the cold that seemed to bite even harder after sunset.

One fateful evening, as Torak was returning from a hunting expedition, he stumbled upon a curious sight: two rocks striking each other in the midst of a fierce windstorm. Every time they clashed, they emitted a shower of bright sparks, some of which settled on a patch of dry grass. To Torak’s amazement, the grass ignited, producing a flickering dance of orange and yellow.

Torak’s heart raced as he approached this newfound phenomenon. Hesitant at first, he extended his hand towards the warm and glowing light. The heat, far from burning him, felt comforting against the bitter cold. In a daring experiment, Torak took a sturdy branch and placed it into the flames. The branch caught fire, and for the first time, Torak held the light in his hands, becoming its master.

Running back to the Drimak camp with the burning torch, Torak was met with gasps of amazement. The fire not only illuminated the darkness, warding off nocturnal predators, but it also provided warmth. As the tribe huddled around the flames, they discovered another of its gifts: cooking. Raw meat, when held over the flames, transformed, becoming tastier and easier to chew.

News of Torak’s discovery spread quickly. Tribes from all corners of the valley came to witness the magic of the “living light.” Many sought to learn its secrets, and Torak, once a simple hunter, became a revered teacher.

The discovery of fire marked the dawn of a new era. Campfire tales became the cradle of civilization’s earliest stories, and the warmth of the flames fostered unity and camaraderie. The Drimaks flourished, and their newfound knowledge passed down through generations, igniting the spark of progress.

Years later, Torak, now an elder, sat beside a roaring bonfire. Gazing into its depths, he marveled at the power that lay in his discovery. Fire, he realized, was not just a tool—it was a symbol of hope, innovation, and the indomitable spirit of humankind.

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