Fire fiercely flickers, and fast it burns, the purest Energy of a primal world; for endless action it always yearns, and racing around, it raged and swirled. Ice is awe-filled and utterly still, the purest Form of a primal realm; ’tis silent, focused, and centered will, stopping motion with a steadying whelm. Becoming and being: When blended they’re freeing.
