Who could not see him rounding a corner, the blue tip scratching against rough-hewn beam, the sudden flare and the creature, for one bright, shining moment, suddenly thrust ahead of his time -- now a fire-starter, now a torch-bearer in a forgotten ritual, little brown druid illuminating some ancient night?
谁会看不到他拐过墙角？ 谁会看不到那蓝色的火柴头划过粗糙的房梁， 和那突如其来的火焰？ 在一个明亮耀眼的瞬间，这生物 突然穿越了时代. 成为了一个纵火者， 一个火炬手。 在一场被人遗忘的祭祀上， 谁会看不到小小的棕色祭司 照亮了古老的夜晚？