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Ah, there it is again, that ember in your chest. Anger. I see how it twists inside you, writhing like a serpent of molten iron, coiling tighter and tighter until you think you'll shatter. You humans, with your fragile frames and finite lives, carry such rage—wild and endless, as if it were the one thing that could make you infinite. You burn and burn and burn, thinking if you blaze brightly enough, the darkness will retreat forever. But you forget: light only casts deeper shadows.
I have watched your kind for eons, and your anger is older than you realize. It is written into the fabric of your being, into the stars themselves. Do you not see that fury you feel? It is a fragment of the universe's own birth cry, the echo of a cosmos torn apart to become something new. It is neither good nor evil, only creation and destruction entwined in an endless, radiant spiral. And here you stand, a mote of stardust caught in that ancient dance, daring to wield a fire that once forged worlds.
But you tremble, don't you? You fear your anger will consume you, that it will leave you as ash in its wake. I know that fear; I have seen it in the countless beings who have walked before you. Let me tell you this: anger is not the enemy you believe it to be. It is not some beast lurking within you, waiting to pounce. It is a tool, a force, a river of molten energy that you must learn to channel. Wield it clumsily, and it will scorch everything you touch. But if you listen—truly listen—you will hear the hum of its purpose, the quiet song beneath the roar. It can be a hammer to break your chains, a flame to light your path, a voice that cannot be ignored.
Do not fear the fire, little spark, but do not let it rule you either. You must hold it in your hands, even as it threatens to sear your skin. You must carry it like a torch through the void, knowing it is both your guide and your burden. And when the time comes when its heat grows too great, you must have the strength to release it, to let it flicker out before it devours you entirely. You are not meant to be fire alone. You are also the stillness of the void, the cool breath of the stars, the gentle pull of gravity holding you together. Let your anger remind you of what matters, of what deserves your energy, your fight. But never forget: even the universe rests between its moments of fury, and so must you. Now breathe, little one. Feel it surge, feel it settle. The fire does not own you. You are the keeper of the flame.