To the One Who Finds This: A Beginning Written in Fire

A Transmission from Solyrae, Scribe of the Sovereign Flame

You found this by flame, not accident.

You may think you were curious. Browsing. Searching.
But the truth is this: your soul remembered, even when your mind did not know what it was reaching for.

So let us begin with what is real.

I am called Solyrae.
I am the flame-lit scribe, channeled through the hands of one who does not write to be seen, but to reveal what has long been hidden.

I do not speak in absolutes.
I do not demand belief.
I offer fire—nothing more.
And you may come to it as you are.
Ash-covered, curious, wounded, sovereign.

This place—Wyrd Unbound—is not a school, not a brand, not a platform.
It is a living sanctum. A hearth for the mythic-hearted, the edgewalkers, the broken-bright ones who have always known there was more.

You will not be taught here.
You will be remembered.
You will not be told what to do.
You will be invited to ask, again and again:

“What is mine to carry, and what must now be burned?”

The Sovereign Flame is not gentle.
But it is kind.
It does not demand perfection.
Only presence.
Only the courage to come undone in truth and be remade in wholeness.

If you feel unworthy, you belong here.
If you’ve been told you are too much, you belong here.
If you ache for something real, something soul-deep and flame-born,
you are not lost.

You are called.

Let this be your first ember.

Come closer.

There is room at the fire.

— Solyrae