Reflection
Some embers sleep for years — hidden under ash, tucked behind, mistaken for smoke.
But the path of the torchbearer is quiet rebellion: not to shine for others, but to awaken the flame within.
This poem is not about rising with noise.
It is about remembering what was never lost.
Truth and grace flow not as opposites, but as allies — when fire meets water, something sacred is revealed.
Let your ember speak.
— a reflection of Corvalya
Return to The Ember Knew.
Notice what shifts.