In a grand hall filled with glittering lights, her figure stood, eternally poised and graceful. She had once been a star, obsessed with the spotlight, her every move crafted to captivate and enthrall. Yet, her pride knew no bounds. She demanded the brightest lights, craving their adoration. But the lights, merciless and intense, began to take their toll. Slowly, imperceptibly at first, the heat started to soften her features. The beauty she once flaunted began to melt away, drops of wax falling like silent tears. She stood there, unable to move, her smile fixed in a tragic parody of her former glory. The hall, once filled with applause, grew quiet as her figure distorted, starting to show her real self proving she was no different or better than any other being, her pride will soon become a puddle at her feet. In the end, she was a cautionary tale, a haunting reminder that the very light she craved was the light that consumed her.
