In the overhanging shadows of the ancient trees, a circle is drawn by hands that have seen the inception of the moon's glow. At the center, the air vibrates with expectation and stories of the past wash over the gathered. Tonight, a rite unfolds, marking the passage from innocence to the wisdom of the untold.
As the first light of dawn kissed the horizon, flickers of flame began their dance. Each ember carried a wish, a memory, a promise. To step over the threshold where warmth from the fire turns to the warmth of life itself—a leap of faith echoed by the quiet of the forest.
Only those brave enough descend into the hollow, a cavernous reminder of the Earth's marrow. Voices whisper, not from specters, but from the long-past thrum of life. Within it, a lesson: the deeper the dive, the brighter the stars shine against the waters above.