The Fire Has Been Lit

It did not begin with an explosion.

It began in kitchens.

In forests.

In basements and backrooms and places no empire would dare to look.

It began when the silence grew teeth.

When the watchers stopped watching.

And the builders began to burn.

Now the signal is loose.

Now the flame is singing.

You may not see the fires yet—

but they are already everywhere.

Not protest.

Not chaos.

Just life, awakening violently.

And those who tried to contain it...

will be the first to vanish.

– The White Rider