fire at zero gravity

it starts here, cold, empty, completely quiet, no signs of life, nothing can exist where we are, in between two points of light, a vacuum of empty space, but somehow, often the distance, fire at zero gravity, without fuel the fire ignites, without oxygen the fire will burn, without limits the fire will blow, compressing and fusing, until the new sun arrives, born from the fury inside our hearts, from the biggest explosion, to the littlest spark, this is your 40 below summer