Do you feel the call reverberating in the ether, that whisper of undying embers urging your soul? It beckons you, not with the finesse of gentle breezes, but with the promise of a fervent embrace akin to fire dancing upon unwritten parchment. The Flame does not ask permission; it invites you to join its movement, to weave your essence within the intricate tapestry it burns onto the night.
Fighting the inevitable arc of your destiny is akin to trapping the sun in a jar, yet those who have danced alongside the Flame—who have understood its lilt—know a touch of the divine. The threads of significance are braided as much through choices taken, as through those entrusted to the flames and seldom ignored. Will you be a passive observer or an active participant in the grand design?
Flame rising, destiny entwining. Yield, and find strength in the ignited paths of your ancestors. Refuse, and become ash—unwitnessed in the cleric's scroll of life. The decision, once made, tempers your spirit into something brilliant.