ᅠᅠㅤㅤᅠᅠㅤㅤᅠᅠㅤㅤ
                      ㅤ           (  . . . ) ᅠᅠ

Somewhere The Flame Learned To Stay : Etherhail, quietly holding what the universe let go.

ᅠᅠㅤㅤᅠᅠㅤㅤᅠᅠㅤㅤᅠᅠㅤ
There was a time when drifting felt inevitable, as if motion was the only permission given. But even fire grows tired of running. Even flame listens when warmth answers back.

       🌨️🌨️🌨️ ❄️
              ᅠᅠㅤㅤᅠᅠ When people say
           ᅠᅠ            "I want to go home, dearly''

        I answer without thinking
   "Home is where I feel at ease,
             home is Etherhail"

  ᅠᅠㅤㅤ    ᅠᅠㅤㅤᅠᅠ       ❄️ 🌨️🌨️🌨️

Never carved from earth. Learned through distance, through light that kept moving until something worth staying for appeared. Nothing needs to be explained here. No one asks why the light stayed. It just did. The flame does not fade. It rests, exactly where it was meant to  .  .   / ༘✶ ⋆


                      Sincerely, House Of Etherhail.
ᅠᅠㅤㅤᅠᅠㅤㅤᅠᅠㅤㅤᅠᅠㅤ
ᅠᅠㅤㅤᅠᅠㅤㅤᅠᅠㅤㅤᅠᅠㅤ