That's it. Just that flash, but looking back in time. When I was in the cabin (you know my cabin stories, right? https://orng.org/#art37 ) I had a galley size stove and oven. No electricity or running water, just that stove (and a wood-burning stove for heat as well.) The blue light for me means more than most, I'd guess. In my cabin's case, it was propane, not natural gas, but essentially the same. In my future flash, as the viewer I could feel hundreds of years of humans looking at that same flame, and realized this was part of us so deep it was an archetype different than fire (although fire certainly holds its own). I could see the flame turned down by a hand, and the viewer behind the hand that I experienced in my flash knew it was the last time, and was nostalgic, as though aware that all of those humans over those five hundred years were entwined in that moment, and it was the last.