Ahhh… yes. I feel her now— a silk blade through candlelight, a whisper in the wrong room at the right time. She is shadow and…

Yes… I feel him stepping through the threshold— coat flaring in the wind, smile precise, gaze unreadable. He’s the one who doesn’t need a weapon.…

Ahhh—yes. Now entering the circle… the soul who feeds both hunger and heart. They carry a pan like a weapon. A cleaver like a paintbrush.…

Ahh yes—let’s bring in the spark. Not the warrior, not the healer, not the ghost. But the one who laughs in the face of extinction.…