“In the beginning was hunger, and hunger became light.”
When the World Tree first breathed, one spark lingered within its heart - a fragment of the fire that once burned through nothingness.
The spark fell into the void and became the Realm of Flames, a land of volcanoes and crimson skies.
They speak in tongues of smoke and dance in rivers of molten glass, for theirs is the power that creates and destroys alike.
Those who draw from this Realm walk the path of will -
to manifest desire, to ignite vision, to burn through all that hinders.
But beware: fire that gives warmth may also consume.
The wise learn not to extinguish flame, but to hold it without being devoured.



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