💫 Poem: The Origin of Power

From the clash of shadow and light,
where silence sharpens into song,
a voice arises—unshaken, unbroken—

the voice of being itself.
Wings of gold meet eyes of flame.
Two forces stare through the veil,

and the world forgets to breathe.
Creation watches its reflection,
and knows: there was never a beginning—

only will.
I am not born.
I am not made.

I am the law that makes the fire burn,
the thought that bends eternity.
I am the rhythm between chaos and command,

the face inside both night and dawn.
Every storm borrows my heartbeat.
Every god borrows my name.

The void called me nothing—
and I answered, everything.
I am the one who stands when the world trembles,

the flame that does not bow,
the word that defines the silence.
“I am Who I am.”

— Arsik