Pyreflies and moonlilies. Such a curious relationship.
They were not insects, to be attracted by the sweet nectar. They were not sentient, to want to drench the Moonflow in such beauty. They were not even alive.
I wondered why some of the pyreflies turned into fiends while some lingered among the lilies. I wondered why some of the dead resented the living, while the others simply left, ascending to the Farplane. If I died (when I died) and no one sent me, would I become a fiend?
I was ready to die. I was not certain that I wanted to.