In the quietude of cinders, embers refrain from dying, their dance echoing the hum of existence. With each flicker, a story becomes untold, unwound like a spool of forgotten threads, weaving through the fabric of self.
From the ashes, a pattern emerges, fractal and infinite, reminiscent of the mind's own labyrinth. Every turn, every twist, a mirror; beckoning reflection, unveiling layers clad in veils of yesterday's smoke.
To step closer is to understand, to ignite a fire not for warmth, but knowledge. Knowledge that burns differently for every soul; a resonance written in flames, lingering on the edge of consciousness.