Welcome, Wanderer.

You’ve stepped across a threshold.
Here, the air carries story, symbol, and silence.
Here, questions are offered like lanterns in the dusk—
not to answer everything,
but to help you see your own next step.

This place is less a website than a waystation:
a hearth where myths are remembered,
a mirror where truths flicker in and out of view,
a crossroads where the Trickster still smiles.

What rises here is not finished.
It is always becoming—
a living work, shifting as the winds shift,
woven by many unseen hands.

Take a breath.
Listen for what stirs beneath the words.
The flame you seek may already be waiting within you.

With quiet care,
Papa Onyx