In the heart of ancient whispers, beneath the shroud of time's silent gaze,
the embers gather in clandestine waltz, igniting shadows with flickering grace.
Feel the pulse of their ardent dance, a rhythm entwined with the cosmos,
weaving forgotten incantations of celestial fires.
Do you hear their song? A melody of incandescent freedom,
echoing through the corridors of your being, awakening dormant spirits.
They speak in tongues fierce and primal, a language of the astral flame,
begging you to understand, to surrender to the dance.