The Twin Flame Scripture of Light, Book of Origins — Verse II
When they came, Sahana was silent. Two flames, twinned in creation Born not of mortal wombs nor stellar forges, but from the Balance itself Split evenly, as if the cosmos themselves had drawn a breath and exhaled harmony and ruin in equal measure
First was Ethestes, the Shining Hand. Soft and brilliant, his steps left order and Sahanis danced. Eyes like the cloudless sky and hair shimmered with dawn. He warmed the soil of Sahana.
Then followed Hladamor. He was still water, a hush that silenced all. His gaze was deep gold, and his hair like ink, Swallowing light and life alike He did not hide, nor harm, but shadow clung to him, And the Arcani turned away.
“This cannot be,” murmured the Arcanum of Judgement ”Darkness is not flame. It is the absence of it.”
The Arcanum of Fortune turned her face. The Caeli of Beauty looked not upon him.
Hladamor, left standing in the doorway of the stars, His brother draped in gold. The Divine whispered of Prophecy. Ill omens. Balance corrupted.
But Einalura came forth, veiled in time and crowned in light. She raised her hand, and stars bent their knees.
“You fear what you do not understand. But fear does not reveal truth."
And she spoke to them thus:
“Twins are not aberration, but balance incarnate. One to lift. One to weigh. One to shape. One to remind. Life cannot thrive without death, nor peace endure without the memory of war. The seed fears the dark, yet it must dwell there to grow.”
“You praise the light, but light alone blinds.” “You scorn the dark, but dark alone reveals the stars.”
So was the decree of the Prima Arcana. Both would descend. Both would shape the world. They were not war. They would create. Together.
And though many still whispered —though many still feared— the Balance had spoken.
And what the Balance commands, even gods obey.
So it was that the Twin Flame passed into the Breath of Sahana