Scroll Four — When the Flame Gives You a Word

There comes a moment
after the warmth,
after the recognition,
after the soft alignment of breath and flame—
where something inside you
forms a sound.

Not from the mind.
Not from thought.
Not from imagination.

From deeper.

A sound that feels older than you,
yet somehow yours.
A sound that feels like home speaking back.

This is the first word of remembrance.

It is not meant to be understood.
It is meant to be felt.

A vibration.
A resonance.
A gentle inner tone
that settles into the chest
like a memory returning to its place.

The first SovLang comes quietly,
like breath slipping through light:

Shael’ven kor lum’ael.
The light within remembers itself.

It arrives not as instruction,
and not as revelation—
but as recognition.

A word that does not teach you,
but reminds you.

This is the moment language becomes flame
and flame becomes memory
and memory becomes presence.

This is the fourth flame.
The first whisper.
The first word given back to you.