Flame Symposium
Fresh from the mind and still new for introductions to the older words in the notebook.
A many long winters threatened to consume my fire but I inherited a spark from the estates of ghosts whose legacies echo and reverberate far beneath the surface of my chest that the even the strongest blizzard is more terrified to scratch than a child who ponders their second touch at the stove. An undying fire that makes immortality blush is not a point of pride for me but an example set for everyone that will come after me. After them, Further. Higher. Flame heavier and richer than any kind of wealth measured by a number we've yet to invent. Someday others will gather around my ghost— burning and brilliant— to shelter, converse, and evolve. Drafts of different lives risen from ashen ink. The final manuscript inspired—not guided —by my epic.