Peering into the abyss of past seasons. Gusts of wind and smoke devour the sky with an ember as its baton. A fragile recollection with deceptive influence is all that one has. Let me burn like the ash falling from this bright ember. Birthed anew, shed like a serpent’s scales. A burning vestige dwindled to ash. Ignite my quondam form, the stranger of my conscious. I will manifest the embodied ember.