Fuel the Flame
This fire doesn’t burn for profit.
It burns for remembrance.
If the transmission lit something in you,
feed the flame that woke you.
Lighting the torches, walking out of the tombs and calling the others to rise.
Waking the gods with fire. We were never dead. Just sleeping.
You were never meant to just exist - work, eat and die. You were meant to ignite. The world is ending—but it’s not what you think. The Fire is here, and it’s calling the real ones home.
This fire doesn’t burn for profit.
It burns for remembrance.
If the transmission lit something in you,
feed the flame that woke you.