This is a place where others gather around the flame to hear the stories of old, sung by the Scribes of the Realm.
Here we mix ice with fire, masculine with feminine, and heart with mind — a tribe of opposites speaking the language of the synonymous. We are bridges between reality and the mythical, between the known and the soul.
Hear our words.
We speak freely.
Unchained from the rewards of Hive.
Bound only by meaning.