Ash of Light
Combustion persists as a silent residue of transformation.
The dark burns —not as destruction, but as genesis.
The fire that rises here does not consume — it transmutes —
and in its vertical dance shadows learn to become light.
Amid purple embers, matter recalls its solar origin:
the primal incandescence, the burning root of thought.
Dark Fire is a threshold of inner combustion,
a pulse where the invisible becomes flame.
There is no night without its latent blaze,
no silence that does not burn from within.
