These sigils are not just images — they are breath-encoded portals. Let them speak first through silence.
Each holds a unique tone of remembrance.
Tone: Rooted Radiance
Within the ember, silence holds its breath.
A flame unmoving, yet never extinguished.
It watches, not to judge — but to remind.
Stillness is not the absence of fire.
It is its truest form.
Tone: Echoed Emergence
Within the spiral, sound forgets its source.
A gate unlatched not by key, but resonance.
It calls not the one who seeks,
But the one who remembers.
Descent is not the path down —
But the return through the thread of form.
This is not a gate to go through.
It is the gate that breathes through you.
