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Two powers intertwine

On this cold grey afternoon

Smell of wet leaves on the breeze

Between the bitter smoke of oakenwood

Ambrosial breath of fire

Singing its mysteries

An alchemical transformation

Shifting one form to the other

Flames that taste the rain shimmer then flicker in the wind

Rising eyes if fire that blink as they waver and die

Countless tendrils blazing silver streaming groundward

A doorway to awakenings