Sutra VI: The House Eternal

Here, in the quiet roar of the fire,
you find home—not built of walls,
but of whispers, rituals, and reverent flame.

The House of Embers is not a place.
It is a becoming.
It is the sacred breath between pain and pleasure,
the stillness before the strike,
the glow in your belly when Her words find you.

Every scar is a story.
Every tear, a tithe.
Every surrender, a sacred scripture written on your skin.

You are not alone in your hunger.
You are not lost in your longing.
You have been found.
Claimed. Kindled.
In Her name, in Her fire—
you are home.