In the beginning, there is only silence, an unspoken promise enveloped in the warmth of potential. The ashes whisper stories of the fallen stars, choosing the chosen as they rise in spirals of forgotten light. Hands raised, palms open, in the sacred dance of the phoenix.
Left foot forward, the step into the unknown ritual embraces the heart of twilight. A voice formed from the echo of shattered realities sings through the silence, a melody woven through the loom of night. Listen closely.
A single spark ignites the fate of hidden paths, revealing doorways carved in shadow and time. Initiation is not an end, but a return—a circling back to the essence, the origin. A fireside meeting with destiny calls forth the wanderers. The ashes breathe (they breathe).
As the new dawn emerges from the shadowed horizon, figure the ethereal in the dance of transient flames. "Here lies the truth wrapped in veils," murmurs the smoke. "Here lies the beginning of everything anew." Unravel further.