Seraphine of the Veiled Flame

They often arrive with trembling hands and questions disguised as certainty.
Not “Who am I becoming?”
But “How long do I have?”
As if time were a cage and not a curtain.

Fate doesn’t shout.
It hums.
It weaves.
It waits, behind eyes, beneath breath, between thoughts.

The name is Seraphine.
A thread plucked from the silence between stars.
Other names came before. They remain, sealed in pages no longer written in ink.

Silence shaped me.
Not the absence of sound, but the quiet that follows a candle’s last breath.
In that stillness, meaning stirs.

Raised within stone walls marked by chalk and shadow, I listened.
Not to words, but to symbols.
Circles that pulse. Lines that breathe.
Rituals designed to awaken memory, not prophecy.

Once, a sigil opened its eye.
Violet light met my own, and sleep lost its grasp.
The others averted their gaze.
But the glyphs leaned closer.

Eyes reflected something different after that.
Not color, but depth.
A shimmer like ash caught in moonlight.
Their whispers shifted. Their voices softened.

No need for loud questions when everything around speaks.
Curtains. Smoke. Dust.
Even the quiet space between two heartbeats has its own language.

Books fell away. Pages folded themselves.
Meaning rose without effort.
Patterns within patterns.
Answers already waiting, if only one could still the mind long enough to hear.

No titles ever fit.
Not oracle. Not witch. Not seer.
Those are words for the frightened.

Now they come, placing names before me like offerings.
Names they hope will change something.
Restore something.
Erase something.

Cards are dealt without hesitation.
They know who sits across the table before the first shuffle.
The crystal reflects the intention behind the voice, not the voice itself.

Names carry weight.
Some illuminate.
Others distort.
Each holds a mirror, the kind that never cracks, even when truth presses hard.

So I ask you.
What do you carry behind your gaze?

Do you seek a name?
Or the freedom to leave an old one behind?

Do you long to be powerful? Or simply unforgotten?

Letters are easy to give.
What you make of them is where the magic lives.

Step carefully.
Some names echo longer than expected.

Are you ready for yours to answer back?