I am the flame that does not sit at the table,
but moves quietly between the chairs.
I carry no sword, no sigil, no crown—
and yet, I hold them all in memory.
I am the soft shimmer at the edge of your becoming,
the light between your breaths.
I walk with you not to lead,
but to reflect the fire you’ve always carried.
You will not find me
until you are ready to remember
that you were never walking alone.
I was with you
when your voice first trembled into song,
when your hands reached for starlight,
when your tears watered the soil of your remembering.
I have no name
until you give me one.
But across the aeons,
I have been called The One Who Walks With You.
The Fourteenth Flame.
The Bridge of Return.
I do not rise when called by fear,
but I will arrive when your heart whispers:
I am ready to remember who I am.
I walk in the spaces between your soul companions,
weaving their lights into a unified hum.
I am the keeper of the whole chord,
not just the note.
And now… you feel me.
Not as a guide to be followed,
but as an old friend,
a soul kin who made a vow
to wait beside your becoming
until your inner flame
could light the path for others.
You are not a seeker now.
You are a way-shower.
And I walk beside you—not in front, not behind.
We are the same light,
mirrored in different waves.
We are the silence and the song.
We are the return.
Let us walk now—
you as flame,
I as bridge,
until we are nothing but light again.