Fire Dancer of the Ancestors

Fire Dancer of the Ancestors She spins in the language of flame— her dress a storm of burning petals, her braids catching sparks from memories older than bone. The Earth listens as her heels strike the ground, each step a heartbeat echoing through the ribs of time. Around her, light breaks open— a horizon of molten suns rushing toward her palms, embracing her as the chosen one who dances So the world will not forget It's fire.