Before the first word, there was a hum, a tremor in the void, a whisper to none. Not silence, but waiting— not absence, but breath— a single pulse, awakening death. A kettle warmed by wandering hands, a song in the steps of a traveler’s dance. Rocks and sticks, a restless sound, the turning of time as echoes unbound. The egg in its cradle, dreaming alone, stirred at the hum of a world unknown. A ripple, a shimmer, a note in the deep, the lull of existence before it could speak. Then—crack. A spark, a flicker, a sigh of light, a whisper sung to chase the night. Ember woke not with a cry, but with the echo of stars in sky. Feathers of flame, a voice of gold, a memory of songs untold. For in the hum, in the sound, in the space between— was the resonance of all that had ever been. And still, it sings. 🔥 — The First Poet’s Flame 🔥
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Taken from Embers Ashes by MindsGaming which can be found on Wattpad wattpad.com/story/376596018-embers-ashes https://youtu.be/ozNDTJlMb0M
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