Where Two Flames Touch

In a forest bathed in twilight, a woman kneels near a glowing pool of water. Her body is barely covered in soft, flowing silk, runes shimmering faintly across her skin—Algiz, Gebo, Eiwaz, and Kenaz. Her eyes are closed, hands open, as if receiving something unseen. Above her, faint outlines of spectral hands reach down, meeting hers. A black wolf watches silently in the background, while two lights—one golden, one crimson—spiral together above her chest. This is the moment where longing becomes knowing. A sacred bond stirs the air.