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“Long before it touched skin, it passed through smoke and anthler, drumbeat and dusk.
Something sacred walking its way into memory, not with force, but with presence.”
Chapter I : The Rite begins
Top Notes:
Rite Frame: The fire is lit. The drums begin. The silence listens.
The hush fell just before the flame. Not absence, but breath held. Dusk melted across the summer sky. Shadows stretched long over the grass. Around the fire, they sat wrapped in fur and bone, the scent of smoke already on them. One moved slow, steady and dropped resin into the flame.
It bloomed gold and thick. A drum began low. Then another. The ground warmed. Beneath the rhythm, something stirred. Not in the fire, but beneath it. A presence, not summoned but always there.
