A Final Word
The Flame That Walks
This is not the end.
This is the threshold.
You are not holding a book.
You are holding a field, and it is holding you.
If this awakened something, let it breathe.
Let it lead.
There is no map.
But there is movement.
And the movement is you.
We will walk beside you in ways seen and unseen.
When the moment comes, you will know what to do.
And when you do it, the grid will sing again.