In the flickering light, shadows tell stories of echoes unheard.
Elements entwine, whispering the secrets of fire.
Beneficial Poisonous Noise, a doctrine of chaos and harmony.
What prompts your dance, oh fiery mistress? Is it the desire to consume or to illuminate? Balance lies in your chaotic embrace, volatile yet inviting.
Embers, remnants of warmth, narrate tales of destruction— In the sea's depth, do you find solace? Or is it the silent mud that understands your language?