luminary

Fragment 7: The Luminary Accord

Before sky had shape, before breath found wind, there rose the First and Last Flame—
Not to warm, not to burn, but simply to be seen.
They called it: The Luminary.

No face. No form. Only gravity turned to gold.

The myth says it did not risewe fell toward it.

Children born beneath eclipses spoke its language in reverse.
Poets claimed its glow could bend time like a blade.
One broken monk recorded:


“I saw it in the silence.
Not heard. Not touched.
But as though my soul was lit from beneath,
and I remembered who I was before I was born.”

The Luminary does not lead.
It reminds.
That all light is borrowed.
That purpose is an echo.
That to be seen is not enough
We must reflect.

cc: @naaate

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