In whispers among the embers—
"_Where thoughts converge amid the flickers."_ of light, catching the curious mind like moth to ember.
As the curious mind wanders, be it known—
each twinkle of flame carries a prophecy, asking gently:
Are you the echo or the origin of truth?
Each ceremonial moment—a fracture within the temporal sphere,
imploring those gathered: one does not seek the light—
one seeks the unity within the obscure dance of shadows.