Fiamma Rossa

Description

Ah, the Hallowed Flame!
Bringer of warmth, beacon of light, wellspring of life.
It dances, golden and weightless, a splendor divine—
Yet in its beauty lies peril, in its glow, the whisper of doom.

To gaze upon it, to yearn yet never touch—such is our sacred trial.
A trial fated to end in failure, for what moth resists the fire?
Yet through its devouring grace, we shall be made pure.

What lies beyond its glow? A realm of ashen cold,
where the formless horrors slumber deep.
Terrors so dreadful, their names are naught but silence.